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He approached her while Dona Perfecta and Don Cayetano were discussing some domestic matter apart. "You have offended mamma," said Rosarito. Her features expressed something like terror. "It is true," responded the young man; "I have offended your mamma I have offended you." "No, not me. I already imagined that the Infant Jesus ought not to wear trousers."
But I think it must be time for dinner, is it not, Jose? Is it not, Perfecta? Is it not, Rosarito? Is it not, Senor Don Inocencio? To-day you are doubly a Penitentiary I mean because you will accompany us in doing penance." The canon bowed and smiled, manifesting his pleased acquiescence.
"See, my dear cousin," continued the young man. "I swear to you that if you had not pleased me I should be already far away from this place. Although politeness and delicacy would have obliged me to make an effort to conceal my disappointment, I should have found it hard to do so. That is my character." "Cousin, you have only just arrived," said Rosarito laconically, trying to laugh.
Rosarito, seated at one of the windows that opened into the garden, glanced at her cousin, saying to him with the mute eloquence of her eyes: "Cousin, sit down here beside me and tell me every thing you have to say to me." Her cousin, mathematician though he was, understood. "My dear cousin," said Pepe, "how you must have been bored this afternoon by our disputes!
"Niece," said Don Inocencio gravely and sententiously, "when serious things have taken place, caprices are not called caprices, but by another name." "Uncle, you don't know what you are talking about," responded Maria Remedios, her face flushing suddenly. "What! would you be capable of supposing that Rosarito what an atrocity! I will defend her; yes, I will defend her. She is as pure as an angel.
Something might happen, and I will keep watch. If I did not watch what would become of us both?" "What time is it?" asked the girl. "It will soon be midnight. Perhaps you are not afraid, but I am." Rosarito was trembling, and every thing about her denoted the keenest anxiety. She lifted her eyes to heaven supplicatingly, and then turned them on her mother with a look of the utmost terror.
Dona Perfecta smiled with maternal kindness at her nephew, as she pointed toward the leafy avenue which was visible through the glass door. "Let us go there," said Pepe, rising. Rosarito darted, like a bird released from its cage, toward the glass door. "Pepe, who knows so much and who must understand all about trees," said Dona Perfecta, "will teach you how to graft.
That is very evident!" "When you know him a little better, you will see that." "That he is beyond all price! But it is enough for him to be your friend and your mamma's to be my friend also," declared the young man. "And does he come here often?" "Every day. He spends a great deal of his time with us," responded Rosarito ingenuously. "How good and kind he is! And how fond he is of me!" "Come!
"Hold me for a fool; for I would rather be regarded as a fool than as the possessor of that Satanic knowledge which is here attributed to me." Rosarito laughed, and Jacinto thought that a highly opportune moment had now arrived to make a display of his own erudition.
Dona Perfecta left her writing from time to time, to go into the adjoining room where her daughter was. Rosarito had been ordered to sleep, but, already precipitated down the precipice of disobedience, she was awake. "Why don't you sleep?" her mother asked her. "I don't intend to go to bed to-night. You know already that Caballuco has taken away with him the men we had here.
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