"Did he not address some soft words to you?"
Nuncita lowered her eyes and blushed.
"Who would recollect these things now?"
"He was very much in love," continued Carmelita; "and at the same time he was most well-bred and clever."
"Of an amorous disposition, did you say? It can be no other than Velasquez."
"He was not named Velasquez, he was called Gonzalez," interposed Nuncita, timidly.
And after this remark she blushed again.
"That's it! Gonzalez!" exclaimed her sister, recollecting.
"Well, it is all the same; he would be a contemporary of his—of the great race of painters of the seventeenth century," remarked Paco, not the least put out by the laughter of the guests, who were astonished at the innocence of the poor women.
"How did he make love to thee?" he continued, with a caressing touch of Nuncita's cheek. "It seems to me you were very coquettish, eh, Carmela?"