"I should like to come more frequently still; I should like to see you every day," replied Evaña.
"I fear the new Diario would not have much help from you if you came galloping out to see us every day, Don Carlos," said Dolores, with a faint attempt at a laugh.
Again Don Carlos was silent, for this mention of the Diario brought a recent slight to his recollection, under which his proud spirit chafed. With great care he had written an article for the first issue of the Diario, previous to sending it in he had shown it to Don Roderigo. Don Roderigo had read it carefully, and after drawing his pen through one sentence, saying but one word "inadmissible," had handed it back to him without comment. This sentence contained the pith of the whole article, but Evaña had submitted; mutilated as it was, this article had appeared in the Diario, and he never thought of it but with secret shame.
Again they walked on in silence, side by side, till Dolores asked abruptly:
"What is the matter with Marcelino?"
"I fear he is not well," replied Evaña.
"I am sure he is not," said Dolores. "But you see more of him than we do, what is to do with him?"
"I fear he is not happy," replied Evaña.
"I know he is not," said Dolores. "When any ship arrives from Europe he is miserable for days after."