"Come, open your purse, mama," said Venturita.
"I see! A spiteful remark as usual," exclaimed the young man in a rage, as he turned his head to his sister; but she only smiled to herself maliciously, without raising her head from her embroidery frame.
"You have done a great deal," said Gonzalo in a low voice, as he took a seat by the side of his fiancée.
"So, so," returned Cecilia, looking at him with her large, luminous eyes.
"But, indeed, it is a great deal. Yesterday you had not embroidered this clove. It looks to me like a clove."
"It is jasmine."
"Nor these two leaves, either."
"Bah! That is nothing."
"And what are you embroidering now?"
Cecilia went on plying her needle without answering.