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Updated: June 9, 2025
Darlés found the girl in her little boudoir, together with a tall, dark-haired girl, dressed in gray. This girl wore English-looking, mannish clothes, well set off by her red tie and by the whiteness of her starched collar and cuffs. When Alicia saw the student, she neither moved nor stretched out her hand to him. All she said was: "Hello, there! Is that you?"
Darlés felt a slight vertigo which forced him to close his eyes and leave the room. For more than an hour he wandered about the gravely-echoing, spacious cloisters of San Carlos.
Give him my best regards." "When are you coming to see me?" Still shrouded in gloom, Darlés answered: "I don't know, Alicia. But you can be sure I'll come as soon as I have the right to." In this allusion to what he now called his duty, trembled indefinable bitterness and pride.
At that moment, Enrique Darlés once more felt himself small and obscure. He saw his love meant nothing in the exuberant life of this girl. While he had been holding her pretty little hand, a few minutes before, he had thought her conquered and in love with him.
Whipped by the music, the foolish grief of Enrique Darlés broke into sobs. Now the second act was done, and Don Manuel and Alicia came into the outer box. The young woman's eyes green, eloquent eyes filled with astonishment. "What?" she asked. "You're crying?" Before the student could answer, she turned to her companion and said: "What do you think about that, now? He's been crying!"
Or when you bring me the necklace I asked you for!" Struck dumb, he peered at her, because he realized the girl meant what she said. She added: "Then " The door closed. Enrique Darlés blundered, weeping, down the staircase. Darlés got up next morning very early and went wandering out into the street. He was completely done up.
I don't know what I wouldn't give to feel some new sensation something real and strong. I'm in despair, I tell you! It's these nerves, these curséd nerves, that wake up everything ugly and vulgar in us. To-day is one of the black days when even the good luck of our friends makes us miserable." She stopped and peered closely at Darlés.
"Fifteen thousand pesetas." Darlés said nothing to this. But his brows lifted with admiration. Such figures filled his provincial simplicity with panic and confusion. By comparison with the miserable shallowness of his purse, they seemed enormous. Little Goldie continued: "I told Don Manuel about it, but he's a clever fox. He's a sly one!
My little room no longer smells of violets." Alicia felt annoyed by the student's note. What was the idea of these ostentatious hyperboles of passion? Could Darlés have got it into his head that what had happened one of many adventures in her path had been anything but perfectly worthless and common? Alicia felt so sure of this that her emotion was one of astonishment, more than of disgust.
They doubled, and he almost fell on his face. But he struggled up, once more, and still ran on and on. Now the pursuers' voices sounded far-off, under the echoing archways of the Plaza. Darlés kept fleeing down the Calle Toledo. He noticed that a good many women were looking at him with uneasiness. One woman cried: "He's wounded!"
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