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How do you like it?" Caesar would laugh and say: "I think you ought to take off the flowers, or it ought to be smaller." Amparito accepted Caesar's suggestions as if they had been, articles of faith. Caesar, on his part, had a great admiration for his wife. What strength for facing life! What amazing energy!
When Caesar was bowing to Amparito, she asked him jokingly: "Is it your wife that keeps you in such good habits?" "My wife!" exclaimed Caesar, surprised. "Didn't your friend say..." "Ah! Yes, it is she who makes me have such good habits." This said, he left the drawing-room and went quickly down the stairs.
He often dreamed that Amparito had changed into the red-flowered oleander of the wild palace garden, and in every flower of the oleander he used to see Amparito's red lips and white teeth. The wedding took place and Caesar had to compromise about a lot of things.
Caesar's observations were discussed by the men, and the judge and Don Calixto agreed that Caesar was a man of real talent, who would play a great role in Congress. "Please give me a little wine," said Amparito, holding her glass to Alzugaray; "your friend pays no attention to me; I have asked him for some wine twice, and nothing doing." Caesar acted as if he hadn't heard and kept on talking.
The girl took off her cap and the veil she wore in the automobile, and seated herself between Don Calixto's daughters. Alzugaray looked her over. Amparito really was attractive; she had a short nose, bright black eyes, red lips too thick, white teeth, and smooth cheeks. She wore her hair down, in ringlets; but in spite of her infantile get-up, one saw that she was already a woman.
The more Caesar talked with Amparito, the less he understood her and the more he needed to be with her. "We really do not think the same about anything," Caesar used to tell himself, "and yet we understand each other." Many times he endeavoured to make a psychological resume of Amparito's character, but he didn't succeed. He didn't know how to classify her; her type always escaped him.
They had rented one rather big floor facing on the Retiro, and they began to furnish it. Amparito had bad taste in decoration; everything loud pleased her, and sometimes when Caesar laughed, she would say: "I know I am a crazy country girl. You must tell me how to fix things." Caesar decided the arrangement of a little reception-room.
"Lengthy" was the son of "Gaffer," "The Cub-Slut's" protector, and some people imagined that she had persuaded "Driveller" to commit the crime; but the members of the Workmen's Club continued to believe that it was a case of clerical revenge. In the month of June, Caesar and Amparito went to Castro Duro.
Amparito had an extraordinary insouciance, gaiety, facility, in accepting life. Caesar never ceased being amazed. She spent her days working, talking, singing. The slightest diversion enchanted her, the most insignificant gift aroused a lively satisfaction. "Everything is decided, as far as you are concerned," Caesar used, to tell her. "By what?" "By your character." She laughed at that.
It was the best thing they could do. Caesar accepted her solution, and, as a matter of fact, they went to Madrid and from there to Italy. The Workmen's Club telegraphed to Caesar when the time for the trial came, and Amparito answered the telegram from Florence, saying that her husband was ill. Never had Caesar felt so agitated as then.
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