“Exactly so.”
“But at present my thoughts are occupied less by the public war than by a private war in which I am engaged and which I declared a short time ago.”
“You said this was your aunt’s house. What is her name?”
“Doña Perfecta Rey de Polentinos.”
“Ah! I know her by reputation. She is an excellent person, and the only one of whom I have not heard the garlic-venders speak ill. When I was here before I heard her goodness, her charity, her innumerable virtues, everywhere extolled.”
“Yes, my aunt is very kind, very amiable,” said Rey.
Then he fell into a thoughtful silence.
“But now I remember!” exclaimed Pinzon suddenly. “How one thing fits in with another! Yes, I heard in Madrid that you were going to be married to a cousin of yours. All is clear now. Is it that beautiful and heavenly Rosario?”
“Pinzon, we must have a long talk together.”
“I imagine that there are difficulties.”