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"While the people were still making the air explode with their applause, Cogan saw Torellas look wistfully up to where Valera and her people sat. Cogan looked too. She, leaning back between her mother and Señor Guavera, with her face cloaked, was almost hidden. Her mother and Guavera were talking across her as if all this bull-fighting was of all in the world the thing least interesting to them.
He looked toward the Rocas. The mother and Guavera were no longer talking, and Valera was again drawn back between them, but her father was leaning well forward with eyes fixed on Torellas. "There was great shouting when Torellas faced the bull and then a great silence. Torellas moved his cape-draped forearm up, down, coaxingly. The bull headed for him. Torellas stepped aside.
And the señora? and the Señorita Valera? "'Valera? But that is not the little girl "'Leetle girl? "'Has she not the señorita a younger sister? "'Sister? There ees no sister only herself. "And so his little Valera had grown into that stately, self-possessed young lady. Cogan felt sad. "'And some say he ees to be betrothed to her, yes. Señor Mister Guavera, yes that ees heem. A splendid man.
Beautee-full! the Señorita Roca beautee-full? Mother of God! If he wished, he could post himself on the Pasada that very afternoon any afternoon and see her driving with her jolly good father or her proud mother, or it might be with Señor Lorenzo de Guavera. 'And, added Ferrero, 'you will meet Juan there also if he ees returned from the ranch.
Torellas and my niece they have regard for each other, and she, the señora, sees no harm until this Guavera, the politician, comes. Oh, a great man he is to be in the next cabinet possibly. I repeat possibly. The señora waits for a chance to terminate with Torellas. Very well. Torellas receives many letters from foolish girls. So do I, and Ferrero. Pir-r-h what torero of fame does not?
These places of refuge were for the bull-fighters to run into when chased by a bull; and there were half a dozen of them, of heavy planking and about as high as a man's chest, with an entrance wide enough for a man, but not for a bull's horns. Cogan picked out his particular refuge because just above it, in front seats, were the Rocas and Guavera.
Acosta returned to the port of Guavera, where he waited fresh orders from Lima. Gonzalo treated the prisoners sent to him by Acosta with much kindness, supplying them with clothes and arms, and gave them their choice of any of the companies of his troops in which they might think proper to serve.
Her mother and Guavera were applauding, too, but their applause did not have the quality of Señor Roca's. Valera's face was still hidden by her fan. Cogan looked to the matador. He seemed to be limp, apathetic.
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