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Updated: May 23, 2025
She saw that the good canon was a species of perpetual Aulic councillor in the house; she saw her idolized Jacintillo mingling on terms of almost lover-like familiarity with the young lady, and nevertheless the poor mother and niece visited the house as little as possible.
Convince yourself of this, and do not be obstinate. Rosarito cannot be the wife of our idolized Jacintillo. Your golden dream, your ideal of happiness, that at one time seemed attainable, and to which like a good uncle, I devoted all the powers of my understanding, has become chimerical, has vanished into smoke.
Why don't you go to Don Inocencio's and ask him to come here to-night and bring Jacintillo with him?" "Jacintillo!" "Yes, when Rosarito has these fits of melancholy, the only one who can divert her is that young man." "But I will go upstairs " "No, you must not." "What etiquette there is in this house!" "You are ridiculing us. Do as I ask you." "But I wish to see her." "But you cannot see her.
Nothing could be more natural than our desire to see Jacintillo connected with that great family, the first in Orbajosa; nothing more natural than our desire to see him master of the seven houses in the town, the meadow of Mundogrande, the three gardens of the upper farm, La Encomienda, and the other lands and houses which that girl owns. Your son has great merit, every one knows it well.
"That sect that calls up ghosts and goblins by means of the legs of a table!" said the canon, laughing. "From curiosity, only from curiosity," said Jacintillo, with emphasis, "I ordered Allan Kardec's book from Madrid. It is well to know something about every thing." "But is it possible that such follies Heavens! Tell me, Pinzon, does my nephew too belong to that sect of table-tippers?"
'Graft the pear-tree, dear Meliboeus, trim the vines. And how are we now, Senor Don Jose?" The engineer and the canon shook hands. Then the latter turned round, and indicating by a gesture a young man who was behind him, said, smiling: "I have the pleasure of presenting to you my dear Jacintillo a great rogue, a feather-head, Senor Don Jose."
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