"You advert to my gallop out to the Quinta de Ponce yesterday, Señora?" replied Asneiros. "Have then my movements so much interest for you?"
"You saw then my little Justiniano?" replied Doña Josefina, performing meantime some elaborate movements with her fan.
"Yes, Señora, I saw him, and he sends to you many expressions of his love. Better he could not be."
"Cruel! And you could remain a whole night in the city and yet not come to tell me of him!"
"It was late, Señora, when I returned, but even without your message I should have been bold enough to have presented myself to you this evening."
"And my good Constancia and Dolores?"
"Well, Señora, but sad, as you may believe, whilst the son and the brother suffers unmerited imprisonment."
"You went to speak to them of him, and to tell them what you are doing for him?"
"To speak to them of him, yes, Señora, without that I would never have had the temerity to present myself there. But yesterday Doña Constancia was all that the amiable can be, and the beautiful Señorita was if possible more of an angel than ever, Señora, yesterday I felt myself in Paradise, for the first time in my life I found myself admitted to the confidence of two angelic creatures, who wept as they spoke to me of their sorrow, and who looked to me with confidence and with smiles when I assured them that my own life should pay the forfeit for his liberty, if it were not otherwise to be achieved."