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When he ceased, she stood looking at him intently, and then, without a word, she disappeared. Some days later Caesar was in his office, when a thin old woman, dressed in black, shot in, crossed the room, and fell on her knees before him. Caesar jumped up in disgust. "What's this? What's going on here?" he asked. Amparito entered the room and explained what was going on.
What enchanted Laura was the wild garden at Don Calixto's house, with its pomegranates and laurels, its tower above the river, full of climbing plants and oleanders. "You ought to buy this house," she used to tell Caesar. "It would cost a good deal." "Pshaw! You could arrange that wonderfully. You would get married and live here like a prince." "Get married?" "Yes. To Amparito.
"In that I think you are fundamentally unjust," said Alzugaray. "Amparito is not a small town lass, for she lives in Madrid almost all year. Besides, that makes no difference; what I have not observed is her committing any folly or impertinence." "Dear man, it all depends on how you look at it. To me her conduct seemed bad, to you it seems all right."
"All her notions are different from mine," he used to think; "she speaks in another way, feels in another way, she even has a different moral code. How strange!" Also, what Amparito knew was completely heterogeneous; she spoke French well and wrote it fairly correctly; in Spanish, on the other hand, she had no idea of spelling.
Amparito remained with the old woman, consoling her and trying to quiet her. That night Amparito returned to the task, and dragged the promise from her husband that he would not act as private attorney at the trial. Caesar was ashamed and saddened; he didn't care to go to see anybody; he was committing treason against his cause.
"I, too," Caesar answered; and he raised the curtain of the office door. "Don't disturb yourself," said Father Martin. "Oh, it's no trouble." "Regards to Amparito." "Thank you." The friar hesitated about going out, as if he wanted to return to the attack. "Afterwards, if you repent..." he said. "I shall not repent," Caesar coldly replied. "I will drink peace to you." "Yes, if I submit.
Amparito was grave, like a grown person. Scarcely speaking, she replied with discreet smiles to Alzugaray's occasional phrases, but she was not in a humour to tease anybody. The train started about the middle of the afternoon, and Don Calixto had arranged to have the carriage got ready, and to accompany the travellers to the station. Caesar was uneasy, thinking of the leave-taking.
Meanwhile he stared at the red chrysanthemum which was in the button-hole of his coat, and remembered Amparito. "That child is a prodigy of coquetry and bad bringing-up," he thought with vexation; "these emancipated small town young ladies are more unattractive than any others. I prefer Don Calixto's daughter, who at least is naively and unobjectionably stupid.
I can feel that I am going to yield; the mother's grief moves me, and I do not consider that if this bully goes free, he is going to turn the town upside down and ruin all our work. I am lost." Caesar confided to his wife that he was daunted; his lack of courage was a nightmare to him. Amparito said that they ought to take a long trip. Laura had invited them to come to Italy.
While they were talking an automobile horn was heard, and a little later Don Calixto's niece entered the drawing-room. This was Amparito, the flat-faced girl with black eyes, of whom Caesar had spoken to Alzugaray. Her father accompanied her. The priest patted the girl's cheeks. Her father was a clumsy man, red, sunburned, with the face of a contractor or a miner.
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