“Yes, give us the benefit of your wisdom,” said the capitalist, covering his ill-humor with a tone of light irony. “In matrimonial as well as martial councils, the Nestors should be heard.
‘La face des vieillards est pleine de majesti:
Leur voix sur l’existence a des secrets intimes.’”[65]
“Une vieux de la vieille,”[66] confirmed Boni, “is a California of experience; a barometrical and chronometrical counsellor; a universal grammar bound in gold; a—”
“Hush, Boni!” whispered the capitalist in the ear of his friend, who, less accustomed to champagne than the others, began to feel its emancipating influence.
Meantime, the old officer stroked his gray moustache in silence.
“Well, what do you think, general!” questioned Gallardo.
“I think that you ought to marry.”
“C’est clair,” said the Parisian.
“It is clear,” repeated Boni—“as clear as detestable water; and they think of bringing it into Madrid! Will spend millions to do it!”
“Taisez vous, mon cher,” entreated the model, in a low tone.