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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Who were they?" "Among others, Amparito's father and Don Calixto Garcia Guerrero." "If they wish to give security, tell our broker, and I will sell them anything they want to buy." "Really?" "Really. I have my reasons for doing it." "This time we are all going to make, except you." "Dear Ignacio, I am at Sinigaglia." "What does that mean?"
Caesar had a seat assigned between Don Calixto's elder daughter and Amparito, and Alzugaray one between the second daughter and the judge's girl. A few moments before they sat down, Amparito went running out of the gallery into the garden. "Where has that child gone?" asked Don Calixto's wife. "Something or other has occurred to her," said Amparito's father, laughing.
Caesar was thinking over the details of the visit, when Alzugaray came home, and seeing a light in Caesar's room, went in there. Alzugaray was quite lively. The two friends passed the persons met that day in ironic review, and in general they were agreed about everything, except about valuing Amparito's character.
From those beginners, Don Calixto and Amparito's father, I think I have made forty thousand pesetas." "What an atrocious person! If the Minister should find out about your game." "Let him find out. I am not worried. The famous financier, in addition to being an idiot, is an honourable rogue. He plays the market with the object of enriching himself and leaving a fortune to his repugnant children.
The two married ladies were alone, because the young people had gone with Amparito's father on an excursion to the Devil's Threshold, a defile where the river flows between some red precipitous rocks full of clefts. Caesar joined the two ladies, and kept up a monotonous, dreary conversation about the ways of the great city. At twilight all the excursionists came back from their jaunt.
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.
One person who clung to her, enchanted to have such a friend, was Amparito. She went to the palace in her motor at all hours, to see Laura and chat with her. In the afternoon the two of them used to walk in Amparito's father's property, where the labourers, who were threshing, received them like queens.
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.
It didn't trouble him to confess and receive communion; he considered those mere customs, and went to the church of the Plain to conform to these practices with the old priest who was a friend of Amparito's.
But I had scientific data for not believing in that rise." "I am ruined," exclaimed the broker. "I have lost my savings." Don Calixto and Amparito's father had also lost very large sums, which Caesar won, and they were disconsolate. When they were gone and only Alzugaray remained, he said to Caesar: "And you have played in Paris, too, probably." "Yes." "On a fall?" "Certainly."
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