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Updated: June 17, 2025
He regretted with his whole soul having entered the house of the Troyas, and, resolving to employ his time better while his hypochondriasm lasted, he made a tour of inspection through the town.
The conversation started by the Troyas displeased Pepe Rey not a little, dispelling the slight feeling of contentment which he had experienced at finding himself in such gay and communicative company. He could not, however, refrain from smiling when he saw Don Juan Tafetan take down a guitar and begin to play upon it with all the grace and skill of his youthful years.
"I have been told that you sing beautifully," said Rey to the girls. "Let Don Juan Tafetan sing." "I don't sing." "Nor I," said the second of the girls, offering the engineer some pieces of the skin of the orange she had just peeled. "Maria Juana, don't leave your sewing," said the eldest of the Troyas. "It is late, and the cassock must be finished to-night." "There is to be no work to-day.
"About what?" "Set your mind at rest. I will make an excuse for you. You took a few glasses too much in the Casino, that was it, was it not? There you have the result of bad company. Don Juan Tafetan, the Troyas! This is horrible, frightful. Did you consider well?" "I considered every thing," responded Pepe, resolved not to enter into discussions with his aunt.
And the blow was no joke, Senor Don Jose. I thought they had split my head open and that my brains were oozing out." "I am truly sorry for the occurrence!" stammered Pepe Rey. "It gives me real pain, although I had no part in it " "Your visit to those Senoras Troyas will be talked about all over the town," said the canon. "We are not in Madrid, in that centre of corruption, of scandal "
"But what sort of people are they, then?" "Don't be afraid, Senor de Rey. The poor things are honest. Bah! Why, they live upon air, like the chameleons. Tell me, can any one who doesn't eat sin? The poor girls are virtuous enough. And even if they did sin, they fast enough to make up for it." "Let us go, then." A moment later Don Juan Tafetan and Pepe Rey were entering the parlor of the Troyas.
"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."
Every thing about it showed it to be the abode of neat and industrious people of modest means. The Troyas, approaching the edge of the roof, looked attentively at the neighboring house, and then, imposing silence by a gesture on their cavaliers, retreated to a part of the terrace from which they could not see into the yard, and where there was no danger of their being seen from it.
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