“I have something to do to-night,” answered Caballuco, laconically and dryly.
“You hear what he says, Remedios. Leave your business for to-morrow.”
“I can’t do that. I will go alone.”
“No, you shall not go alone, niece. Now let us hear no more about the matter. Señor Ramos has something to do, and he cannot accompany you. Fancy if you were to be insulted by that rude man!”
“Insulted! A lady insulted by that fellow!” exclaimed Caballuco. “Come that must not be.”
“If you had not something to do—bah! I should be quite easy in my mind, then.”
“I have something to do,” said the Centaur, rising from the table, “but if you wish it——”
There was a pause. The Penitentiary had closed his eyes and was meditating.
“I wish it, Señor Ramos,” he said at last.
“There is no more to be said then. Let us go, Señora Doña Maria.”