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Updated: June 14, 2025
Poor Tafetan, formerly an employe in the civil department of the government of the capital of the province, now lived modestly on his salary as a clerk in the bureau of charities; eking out his income by gallantly playing the clarionet in the processions, in the solemnities of the cathedral, and in the theatre, whenever some desperate company of players made their appearance in those parts with the perfidious design of giving representations in Orbajosa.
"Why, you know very well that Tafetan never speaks a word of truth. But is it true, Senor de Rey, that you are going away?" "Is that the report in the town?" "Yes. I heard it in the Casino and at Don Lorenzo Ruiz's." Rey contemplated in silence for a few moments the fresh face of Don Nominative.
"Juana, shut the blinds, wait until he passes, and when he is turning the corner, I will call out, 'Cirio, Cirio Pascual!" Don Juan Tafetan ran out to the balcony. "Come here, Don Jose, so that you may know this type," he called.
"Yes, come away; let us close the door of the dining-room." They rushed pell-mell from the terrace. "You might have guessed that Jacinto would see you from his temple of learning," said Tafetan to the Troyas. "Don Nominative is our friend," responded one of the girls. "From his temple of science he says a great many sweet things to us on the sly, and he blows us kisses besides."
I wager she told too about the half ounce, and your romping with the girls on the terrace, and your chasing one another about, and the pinches and the capers of Don Juan Tafetan. Bah! those things ought not to be told." Pepe Rey did not know which annoyed him most his aunt's severity or the hypocritical condescension of the canon. "Why should they not be told?" said Dona Perfecta.
So you have shut yourself in here to ogle the girls, eh?" The speaker was Don Juan Tafetan, a very amiable man, and one of the few members of the Casino who had manifested for Pepe Rey cordial friendship and genuine admiration.
With his red cheeks, his little dyed mustache, his restless laughing eyes, his insignificant figure, his hair carefully combed to hide his baldness, Don Juan Tafetan was far from being an Antinous in appearance, but he was very witty and very agreeable and he had a happy gift for telling a good story.
"This gentleman says that good things ought not to hide themselves, and that you should throw open the blinds." But the blind was closed and a joyous concert of laughter diffused a strange gayety through the gloomy street. One might have fancied that a flock of birds was passing. "Shall we go there?" said Tafetan suddenly. His eyes sparkled and a roguish smile played on his discolored lips.
To the devil with the needles!" exclaimed Tafetan. And he began to sing a song. "The people are stopping in the street," said the second of the girls, going out on the balcony. "Don Juan Tafetan's shouts can be heard in the Plaza Juana, Juana!" "Well?" "Suspiritos is walking down the street." "Throw a piece of orange-peel at her."
Three lovely girls, the daughters of a colonel of staff, who died in the streets of Madrid in '54." The blind opened again, and two faces appeared. "They are laughing at me," said Tafetan, making a friendly sign to the girls. "Do you know them?" "Why, of course I know them. The poor things are in the greatest want. I don't know how they manage to live.
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