“I’m going out,” said Don Gil, annoyed by the laughter.
“I am too,” added Quentin.
They took leave of Pacheco, and the innkeeper accompanied the three women and the two men to the door with the lamp. They went through several alleys and came out in the lower part of the Calle de la Feria. They stopped, before a miserable white hut, the old woman knocked on the door with her knuckles, it was opened from within, and Señora Rosario and the three girls entered. Through a small window next the door could be seen a very small, whitewashed room, with a glazed tile pedestal, a varnished bureau, and flower-pots full of paper flowers.
“What a cage! What a tiny house!” said Quentin.
“All the houses on this side of the street are like this,” answered Señor Sabadía.
“Why?”
“On account of the wall.”
“Ah! Was there a wall here?”
“Of course! The wall that separated the upper city from the lower. The upper city was called Almadina, and the lower, Ajerquía.”
“That’s curious.”