Remedios burst into one of her silent laughs.
“Yes,” replied Quentin, “one can see that the country is good for Remedios.”
“Don’t you believe it!” exclaimed the child. “I would rather live in our house on the Calle del Sol.”
“They say you have become a terrible person,” said Rafaela. “I believe you write for the papers, ... that you keep bad company....”
“Nothing to it—just gossip.”
“And you don’t go to the house any more, either. You have deserted poor grandfather.”
“That’s true. I’m always thinking about going, but I never do.”
“Well, he asks after you all the time. The poor dear is very ill, and so lonely.... Since we have been in town, we have been to see him every day.”
“Well, I’ll go, too, don’t you worry.”
“Go tomorrow,” said Remedios.