“Hold your tongue, for God’s sake, Manuel!” said Dolores.
“Will you leave me in peace? Listen, Don Frederico; to begin—with a wife and a dog, the bread in one hand, and a stick in the other.”
“Manuel!” repeated Dolores.
“Will you leave me tranquil? or I return to the wedding.”
Dolores thought it prudent to hold her peace.
“Don Frederico,” pursued Manuel, “wives or slaves, women are the most powerful enemies.”
“Do me the favor to hold your tongue, Manuel,” interrupted his mother.
“This is odd,” grumbled Manuel; “we were told we were assisting at an entertainment.”
“Do you not know, Manuel,” remarked the shepherd, “that these witticisms of thine are not to the taste of Don Frederico?”
“Señor,” said Manuel, in taking leave of the married pair, who proceeded towards the cabin, “when you repent of what you have done we will be united again, and we will together sing the same complaint.”