Quentin shrugged his shoulders.
“Has she had the baby yet, or is it just dropsy?”
Again Quentin did not deign to answer. She indignantly turned her head away.
“So, because you saw her changed into a worm, you came in so sad and downhearted yesterday, eh?”
“Possibly,” said Quentin coldly.
“If you had seen me in the same condition, you would have felt it less.”
“Well, son, it’s time we quit,” replied the actress angrily. “If you think nothing of me, I feel the same way toward you.”
Quentin shrugged his shoulders. The others, seeing the prelude to a tempest, were silent.
María Lucena’s voice grew shrill and disagreeable.