"He had to go where the King of England sent him, for he is a soldier."
"Poor Lola," said the boy, again patting her cheeks, "again you are crying, Lola; who makes you triste, Lola?"
"A wicked man who has put Marcelino in prison. You love Marcelino, don't you, Justito?"
"Yes, oh so much! When is he coming again, Lola? Days that he has not been here."
But Dolores could prattle to the boy no more, her sobs choked her speech and he threw his arms round her neck, kissing her and looking angrily back at Don Carlos, as if he thought he was the cause of all her sorrow.
"Come to me, Justito, and I will tell you about Marcelino, and about your friend," said Don Carlos, bending with one knee to the pavement and holding out his arms to the boy.
"No, no, go away," said Justito. "Are you the wicked man who has made Lola cry?"
"No, no, Justito, Don Carlos is not wicked; he is going to take Marcelino out of prison, and then Lola won't cry any more," said Dolores.
Then Justito jumped from Dolores' arms and ran to Don Carlos Evaña.