“José,” said Manuel to his brother-in-law, who had also been to the wedding, “is the moon full?”
“Certainly,” replied the shepherd. “Can you not see with your eyes? Do you not know what it is?”
“It should be a tear,” said Manuel, laughing.
“It is not a tear; it is a man.”
“A man!” exclaimed Dolores, altogether convinced by what her brother had said. “And what is this man?”
“I do not know—but I know his name.”
“And how is he called?”
“He is called Venus,” replied José.
Manuel began to laugh: he had drank more than usual, and, as they said, he was gay.
“Don Frederico,” said Manuel to the new-made husband, “shall I give you a piece of advice, in my quality of being older than you in this grand Confederacy?”