"At any rate not until we have sold the bullocks. You understand, señorita, that acting otherwise would be ungentlemanly."
"That is true; but why insist on selling your bulls nowhere save at San Francisco?"
"We do not at all insist on that."
"Then, supposing you found a good price here, you would dispose of them?"
"I see nothing to prevent it."
Doña Angela gave a start of joy, which Don Cornelio naturally interpreted to his own advantage.
"That might be arranged," she said.
"You think so?"
"Yes, if you are not too craving."
"You need not apprehend that, señorita."