"Madre! what a fright you gave me!"
"I thought it was a cow!"
"And I thought it was a cock crowing—and I still think so," said Venturita.
The handsome Pablito, reclining in his armchair in the other corner, laughed loudly at his own expense. He certainly was of a jocose turn of mind, as we shall have occasion to see later on. From the time of the commencement of his sister's trousseau Pablito evinced a sudden taste for a sedentary life that had not hitherto been noticeable in him. Who had ever seen him before stop a minute in the house after dinner? Who would have thought that he could spend the morning in that armchair chatting with the workers? Nevertheless, it was a fact. For the last month he had not been out riding or driving, and he did not spend more than an hour in the stable during the course of the day.
Piscis was quite upset. He came every day to fetch him out, but it was in vain.
"Look here, Piscis, I have to clean my silver spurs, so I can not go out." "I say, Piscis, I have to go and get a bill of exchange cashed for father."
"Look here, Piscis, Linda is ill and can't be ridden."
"She is all right now," growled Piscis.
"Have you come from the stable?"
"Yes."