As she passed, without a look at the people, it seemed that for once the mask of the Queen had dropped from the grief-ravaged face of the woman.
The young people were in the gayest mood. Don Alfonzo nodded and smiled to right and left, the bride and bridegroom came along, laughing and talking together, like any other happy young couple. There was youth and hope in their faces; they were still far from the stereotyped bow, the dreadful mechanical smile of the elder royalties.
“Felicidad eternal!” said Don Jaime, as the bride passed us.
“A good word,” Patsy echoed it as the doors closed behind the wedding party. “Eternal felicity, may they be as happy as if they had not been born in the shadow of a throne.”
DETAILS FROM “THE SURRENDER OF BREDA.” Velasquez
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THE PRADO
| Por las calles de Madrid se pasea un valenciano con un clavel en la boca y una rosa en cada mano. | Through the streets of Madrid A Valencian was straying With a pink in his mouth And a rose in each hand. |