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"Come, boy, come; for it is late," he said, smiling. "How you have tormented poor Rosarito, has he not, child? Home, you rogue, home, without delay." "It is time to go to bed," said Dona Perfecta. "Time to go to work," responded the little lawyer. "I am always telling him that he ought to get through with his business in the day-time, but he will not mind me."
She has lost her appetite to an alarming degree, and, unless I am greatly mistaken in my opinion of her case, she shows the first symptoms of jaundice. The house is very sad without Rosarito, who brightened it with her smiles and her angelic goodness. A black cloud seems to rest now over us all.
As for what the engineer and Rosarito said in the garden that afternoon, it is evident that it was not worthy of mention. On the afternoon of the following day, however, events took place which, being of the gravest importance, ought not to be passed over in silence.
Heaven knows that for my own pleasure I would not have played the pedant as I did; the canon was to blame for it. Do you know that that priest appears to me to be a singular character?" "He is an excellent person!" responded Rosarito, showing the delight she felt at being able to give her cousin all the data and the information that he might require. "Oh, yes! An excellent person.
Rosarito liked him, and he liked Rosarito. The matter seemed settled. Dona Perfecta herself, without being very enthusiastic, doubtless on account of our origin, seemed favorably disposed toward it, because of her great esteem and veneration for me, as her confessor and friend. But suddenly this unlucky young man presents himself.
If Rosarito how she deceived us with that demure little face and those heavenly eyes, eh! if Rosarito, I say, did not herself wish it, then all might be arranged, but alas! she loves him as the sinner loves Satan; she is consumed with a criminal passion; she has fallen, niece, into the snares of the Evil One.
One morning, finding a favorable occasion, he opened his mind to Dona Perfecta on this point. "Nephew," responded that lady, with her accustomed gentleness, "don't be rash. Why! you are like fire. Your father was just the same what a man he was! You are like a flash I have already told you that I will be very glad to call you my son. And Rosarito will not oppose it since I wish it.
You must know also that your aunt, Dona Perfecta, is chief lady in waiting to the Most Holy Virgin of Help, and that the dress that to you appears so grotesque went out from this house, and that the trousers of the Infant are the work of the skilful needle and the ardent piety combined of your cousin Rosarito, who is now listening to us." Pepe Rey was greatly disconcerted.
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