Through the conversations of these tramps and beggars, Quentin came to know Cordova life, and that of the principal families of the town. Through them he learned that the majority of the great families were on their way to poverty.
One example of an economic catastrophe was that of a gentleman who walked through the arcade of the Mosque every morning. This gentleman was dressed like a dandy of other days: well-fitting coat, flowing black cravat, tall silk hat with a flat brim, and, on some cold days, a blue cape. The poor man was emaciated, had long, grey, bushy hair, and wore yellow gloves.
He was a ruined aristocrat. It was pitiful to see that living ruin walking up and down under the porticos, with his hands behind his back, talking to himself with a gesture of resignation and sadness....
CHAPTER XV
WHERE HIS BEAUTIFUL EXPECTATIONS WENT!
ONE morning Quentin met Juan, the gardener.
“You don’t come to the house any more, Señorito.”
“I’ve had lots to do these days.”
“Have you heard the important news?”
“What is it?”
“The Señorita is going to be married.”