"Terrible."
"Of what kind?"
"I do not know."
The young man stamped his foot with vexation. These continual reticences on the part of the partisan disquieted him more than the truth, so frightful that he kept watching out to hear it.
"So," pursued he, after a pause, "supposing I remain here for some time, I shall see them."
"There is no doubt of it."
"What do you advise?"
"Me?"
"Yes."
"Nothing; I am not, like you, in love with Doña Eva," said he, with a certain tinge of raillery which made the young man start.