"Hurrah!"
I do not know to whom this hurrah was addressed if not to the astute spirit to whom he owed his brilliant idea.
At that moment the seconds approached and gazed with surprise at what was going on.
They tried to look pleased at the turn the affair had taken, and soon went their different ways. But that evening at the Club Peña sharply reprimanded Don Feliciano for his conduct, going so far as to say that he had put him in a ridiculous position, and that, did he not look upon him as a friend of long standing and older than himself, he would ask satisfaction.
"Satisfaction?" exclaimed the optimistic Don Feliciano. "What next will you ask, you exacting creature?"
"Would you refuse to fight me?" asked the officer in a ringing voice.
"What should we fight about?"
"What you like."
"I for dancing a fandango or a bolero, my dear fellow," he returned, as he proceeded to dance up and down the room, and snap his fingers until his hat fell off and exposed his bald head to view.
The members of the Club rolled on the sofas with laughter, and Peña, after giving vent to some contemptuous remarks, retired from the scene in vexation and disgust.