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Updated: May 6, 2025
Alzugaray was of a very Catholic and very Carlist family; but like Caesar, he was beginning to protest against such ideas and to show himself Liberal, Republican, and even Anarchistic. Ignacio Alzugaray was a nephew of Carlos Yarza, the Spanish author, who lived in Paris, and who had taken part in the Commune and in the Insurrection of Cartagena.
"What is the matter with you? Laziness?" "Something like that." Alzugaray ate alone, and after he had had coffee, he directed his steps to the bookstore of the Republican councilman, of whom Caesar had spoken to him. He found it in a corner of the Square; and it was at the same time a stationer's shop and a newsdealer's. Behind the counter were an old man and a lad. Alzugaray went in.
Caesar, on hearing Alzugaray recount the doings of his uncle Carlos Yarza various times, said to his fellow-student: "When I get out of this college, the first thing I am going to do is to go to Paris to talk with your uncle." "What for?" "I have to talk to him."
"No doubt, in Castro, the prospect of bed-bugs is an agreeable prospect," said Caesar. After he had washed and dressed, Caesar started out to find and capture Don Calixto, and Alzugaray went to take a stroll around the town. It was agreed that they should each explore the region in his own way. In these severe old Castilian towns there is one hour of ideal peace and serenity.
A priest arrived, so fat that he would have filled the vehicle all alone; then a woman from the town with a basket, which she held on her knees; then the postman got in with his bag; the driver closed the little window in the coach door, and continued joking with the young man who looked a bit like a seminarian and with one of the station men. "We are in a hurry," said Alzugaray.
They entered the house and were ushered into the drawing-room. The majority of the guests were already there; the proper introductions and bows took place. Caesar stayed in the group of men, who remained standing, and Alzugaray went over to enter the sphere of Don Calixto's wife and the judge's wife.
"This one is for you," to the mayor's son; "this one for you," and she gave Alzugaray a yellow one; "this one for you," and she gave Caesar a red one; "and this one for me," and she put a similar flower in her bosom. "And the rest of us?" asked Don Calixto. "I don't give you chrysanthemums, because your wives would be jealous," replied Amparito.
Alzugaray came of a modest family; his mother, the widow of a government clerk, lived on her pension and on the income from some property they owned in the North. Ignacio Alzugaray was very fond of his mother and his sister, and was always talking about them. Caesar alone would listen without being impatient to the meticulous narratives Ignacio told about the things that happened at home.
One day at Christmastime Alzugaray went in the morning to look for Caesar. He knew where to find him and walked direct to the Calle de Galileo. At the house, they told him that Caesar was eating in a tavern close at hand. Alzugaray went into the place and found his friend the Deputy seated in a coner eating.
In all seasons, at twilight, a few young gentlemen promenade in the Square. At nine at night in the winter, and at ten in summer, begins the reign of the watchmen with their dramatic and lamentable cry. Alzugaray gave Caesar these details by degrees, while they were both seated in the hotel getting ready to dine. "And the type? The ethnic type? What is it, according to you?" asked Caesar.
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