"What are you embroidering now?" asked Gonzalo in a louder voice, thinking that she had not heard.
"A sheet—hush!" returned the young girl, slightly raising her eyes in the direction of the embroideresses, and quickly dropping them again.
At that moment Gonzalo's and Venturita's eyes met in a meaning glance over Cecilia's head.
"Well, you see, every one to his taste," said Pablito, as he looked fixedly at Nieves, as much as to say:
"Don't pay any attention. I only say that as a duty."
"What is there to suit everybody, Don Pablo?" asked Valentina in an ironical tone.
"Flowers, girl."
"Give them to the saints."
"And to pretty girls like you."
"If I am not pretty, I precede those that are, without any by your leave."