“Well, for that perhaps,” responded Reynaldo, disdainfully.
They were silent for a time. Presently they began to laugh simultaneously at a man who passed by, controlling with difficulty a pair of black horses. What a carriage! What style! It was only in Lisbon that such things were to be seen.
When they reached the end of Aterro they turned back, and the Viscount Reynaldo, passing his hand over his whiskers, said to Bazilio,—
“So now you are a widower.”
Bazilio smiled resignedly; and at the suggestion of the viscount they went together into the English café to take a glass of sherry.
THE END.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] About eight hundred and ten dollars.
[2] About six hundred and seventy-five dollars.
[3] A conto de reis is about thirteen hundred and fifty dollars.