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"I will protect myself in whatever way I can," said Dona Perfecta resignedly, clasping her hands. "God's will be done!" "Such a stir about nothing! By the Lord! In this house they are all afraid of their shadows," exclaimed Caballuco, half seriously, half jestingly. "One would think this Don Pepito was a legion of devils. Don't be frightened, senora.
"There you can visit the vilest places without any one knowing it," said Dona Perfecta. "Here we are very observant of one another," continued Don Inocencio. "We take notice of everything our neighbors do, and with such a system of vigilance public morals are maintained at a proper height.
Dona Perfecta ended with an exaggerated laugh, which the profound silence of her hearers made still more irritating. Caballuco was pale. "Senor Paso Largo," continued the lady, becoming serious, "when you go home to-night, send me your son Bartolome to stay here.
"See here, nephew, I have a piece of advice to give you," said Dona Perfecta, smiling with that expression of kindness that seemed to emanate from her soul, like the aroma from the flower. "But don't imagine that I am either reproving you or giving you a lesson you are not a child, and you will easily understand what I mean."
Don Cayetano busied himself in giving various forms now rhomboidal, now prismatic to a little ball of bread. But Dona Perfecta was pale and kept her eyes fixed on the canon with observant insistence. Rosarito looked with amazement at her cousin. The latter, bending toward her, whispered under his breath: "Don't mind me, little cousin; I am talking all this nonsense only to enrage the canon."
Perfecta and Juan had ceased to see each other from the time of their marriage, because the sister had gone to Madrid with her husband, the wealthy Polentinos, who was as rich as he was extravagant.
I will love you I know that I ought to love you I shall be forever lost if I do not love you." She wrung her hands, and falling on her knees kissed her mother's feet. "Rosario, Rosario!" cried Dona Perfecta, in a terrible voice, "rise!" There was a short pause. "This man has he written to you?" "Yes." "And have you seen him again since that night?" "Yes." "And you have written to him!"
"I will trouble you with a few commissions," said the savant. "A good opportunity to order the volume that is wanting in my copy of the Abbe Gaume's work," said the youthful lawyer. "You take such sudden notions, Pepe; you are so full of caprices," murmured Dona Perfecta, smiling, with her eyes fixed on the door of the dining-room.
"The person who was judge in Orbajosa is judge no longer," said Pinzon. "To-morrow the new judge will arrive." "A stranger!" "A stranger." "A rascal, perhaps. The other was so honorable!" said Dona Perfecta, with alarm. "I never asked any thing from him that he did not grant it to me at once. Do you know who will be the new alcalde?" "They say a corregidor is coming."
At the same instant Dona Perfecta rose abruptly from her seat, and, without saying a word, walked toward the house, followed by the Penitentiary. The others rose also. Recovering from his stupefaction, the young man was about to beg his cousin's pardon for his irreverence, when he observed that Rosarito was weeping.
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