Ramona began to find fault the very next day, and Juan noticed that every night her sleep was more disturbed.
“Woman, what the devil is the matter with you, that all night long you are twisting like a reel?” asked Juan, one morning. “Why, there are no fleas here as there were in the stable.”
“Fleas hinder my sleep very little.”
“Well, then, what hinders it, woman?”
“What hinders it? Your stupidity in asking the emperor so little hinders it.”
“In the name of the Father, and of the Son!... And you still think it little that I have asked, and he granted us?”
“Yes, indeed I do. This little house is so small that one can scarcely turn in it; and if to-morrow or some other day we have children, what shall we do with them in a hut like this?”
“Say what you like about it, there is no help for it now.”
“Perhaps there may be.”
“And how, I should like to know?”