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"Calixto, my son, we will drink your health," he said, "and may the curse of the Almighty fall on our enemies; may their bodies lie where they fall, till the hawks have consumed their flesh, and their bones have been trodden into dust by the cattle; and may their souls be tormented with everlasting fire."
"By the way, on the road there we bowed to the present Deputy to the Cortes, he who will be my opponent in the approaching election, Senor Garcia Padilla." "Dear man! What a coincidence! What sort is he?" "He is tall, with a reddish aquiline nose, a greyish moustache, full of cosmetic, a poor type." "He is a Liberal?" "Yes, he is a Liberal, because Don Calixto is a Conservative.
There was a French family at the hotel who were also thinking of going to see the Catacombs, and Don Calixto and Don Justo decided to go the same day with them. The French family consisted of a Breton gentleman, tall and whiskered, who had been at sea; his wife, who looked like a village woman; and the daughter, a slender, pale, sad young lady.
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."
The French family had brought a fat, smiling abbe as cicerone. Five persons couldn't get inside the landau, and the Breton gentleman had to sit by the driver. Don Calixto offered him a seat in his carriage, but the Breton, who must have been obstinate as a mule, said no, that from the driver's seat he enjoyed more of the panorama.
Don Calixto would not permit Caesar to go to his hotel, but invited him for dinner; and after dinner told him he was so indebted that he would be delighted to do anything Caesar asked him. "Why don't you make me a Deputy?" said Caesar, laughing. "Do you want to be one?" "Yes, man." "Really?" "I should think so." "But you would have to live in Madrid." "Certainly." "Would you leave here?"
In his heart, nothing." "Good. Go on." "As I was saying, Don Calixto was at home, in a large room on the ground floor, which serves as his office. Don Calixto is a tall, supple man, with the blackest of hair which is beginning to turn white on the temples, and a white moustache. He is at the romantic age of illusions, of hopes...." "How old is he?" asked Alzugaray.
Caesar noticed that this plan did not appeal to the mistress of the house, and he said: "One should be moderate in all things. I am going home to bed." After this somewhat pedantic phrase, which to Don Calixto seemed a pearl, Caesar took leave of his new acquaintances with a great deal of ceremony and coolness. Alzugaray said he would remain a while longer.
"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.
"It is true," said the Canon gravely. "I never would have believed it." "Roma veduta, fede perduta," said Don Calixto. "And as for you, Caesar, hasn't this visit interested you?" "Yes, I have been interested in trying to keep from catching cold." The landau that the Breton family was in took the Appian, Way, and Caesar and Don Calixto's carriage followed behind it.
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