'Aquí está Don Juan Tenorio;
no hay hombre para él ...
Búsquenle los reñidores,
cérquenle los jugadores,
quien se précie que le ataje,
a ver si hay quien le aventaje
en juego, en lid o en amores.'
He finished with a flourish and poured more cognac into the coffee cups.
"¡Que bonito! How pretty!" cried the old hunchbacked woman who sat on her heels in the fireplace.
"That's what we do," said the padrón. "We brawl and gamble and seduce women, and we sing and we dance, and then we repent and the priest fixes it up with God. In America they live according to law."