He answered, in surprise:
"I'm going to take you home. We'll call a carriage."
"No, I don't want to go home."
"What?"
"Come on! I'm going to give you a treat, to-night."
She looked up at him, smiling in a fascinating, promising way that foreshadowed paradise. In anguish the poor fellow remembered he had hardly ten pesetas left. To escape the jostling and rude staring of the passers-by, Alicia took refuge in a doorway. Her feet were stiff with cold. The wetness of the pavement was soaking through the thin soles of her shoes.
"Decide on something, quick," she shivered. "I'm dying of cold!"
Enrique exclaimed, with a resolution he thought very like that of a man of the world:
"If you want to eat, we'll go to Fornos."