“Everything is decided, as far as you are concerned,” Cæsar used, to tell her.
“By what?”
“By your character.”
She laughed at that.
It seemed as if she had chosen the best attitude toward life. She saw that her husband was not religious, but she considered that an attribute of men, and thought that God must have an especial complacency toward husbands, if only so as not to leave wives alone in paradise.
Amparito held by a fetichistic Catholicism, conditioned by her situation in life, and mixed with a lot of heterodox and contradictory ideas, but she didn’t give any thought to that.
The marriage was very successful; they never had disputes or discussions. When both were stubborn, they never noticed which one yielded.
They had rented one rather big floor facing on the Retiro, and they began to furnish it.
Amparito had bad taste in decoration; everything loud pleased her, and sometimes when Cæsar laughed, she would say:
“I know I am a crazy country girl. You must tell me how to fix things.”