“But will not you explain to me?...”
“Certainly not.”
“Has anything gone wrong in your business?”
“No my pet, no,” said Fúcar repelling this conjecture with some indignation as casting a reflection on his dignity as a man of business.
“I have made ten millions clear by the last loan. Divest your mind at once of such a dismal idea!”
“But then....”
“It is nothing; do not worry yourself. Sleep peacefully and leave it to me to put everything right.”
“And you are going out?” said Pepa disconsolately, as her father disengaged himself from the loving arms that held him.
“Yes, I have something I must attend to this evening. The Minister of Finance expects me. This miserable country does not find the last loan enough—it wants another.”
“I am really most uneasy. What was it that Pilar said to you?”