"No; not till you pardon me."
"You must be serious, Ricardo!"
"We will speak of that by and by. Do you pardon me?"
"Yes; bother[27]! yes; get up!"
Ricardo arose, went up to Marta, and taking her by the arms and shaking her violently, exclaimed,—
"How very pretty you are, little one! I don't wonder that Manolito—Of course you understand me."
"This is a great way of trying to be serious!"
"I shall be in time. Don't you worry!"
"Very well; then let me have a chance to carry mamma's broth to her."
"Do you know, I have searched the whole house and not found a soul?"