“Eh?”
“Yes. One of our neighbours was crying because her baby boy had died and she could not buy him a casket; so I gave them to her. I’ll return them to you tomorrow.”
“That’s it. That’s fine,” said the actress. “Give that woman the money I earn.”
“Am I not telling you that I will return them to you?”
“Little that woman cares for her baby,” screamed María.
“She’s probably buying drinks with the money by this time,” added her mother.
“Señoras,” said Quentin, sitting up in bed, “I find you absolutely repulsive.”
“You are the one who is repulsive,” screeched the old woman.
“Very well; the thing to do now is to get out of this den of harpies; they are beginning to smell.”
“Well, son; get out, and never come back,” cried María.