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Either for the great security of his person or in order to save appearances, he did not set foot in his own house; he entered Dona Perfecta's only for the purpose of treating of important affairs, and he usually supped in the house of some friend, preferring always the respected domicile of some priest, and especially that of Don Inocencio, where he had taken refuge on the fateful morning of the arrests.
She has some business or other to attend to, and it is a little late to be out alone." "Is she going to Dona Perfecta's?" asked Ramos. "I was there a few moments ago, but I did not want to make any delay." "How is the senora?" "A little frightened. To-night I took away the six young men I had in the house." "Why! don't you think they will be wanted there?" said Remedios, with alarm.
But in Dona Perfecta's house this excellent lady suffered a species of capitis diminutio. And let it not be supposed that Dona Perfecta looked down upon her on this account nothing of the kind.
A servant went down stairs to open the door, and shortly afterward Maria Remedios, who was not now a woman but a basilisk enveloped in a mantle, entered Dona Perfecta's room. Her face, flushed with anxiety, exhaled fire. "He is there, he is there!" she said, as she entered. "He got into the garden through the condemned door." She paused for breath at every syllable.
If in spite of all this you do not like us, if you show so much indifference toward us, if you ridicule our piety, if you insult our friends, is it by chance because we do not treat you well?" Dona Perfecta's eyes grew moist. "My dear aunt," said Pepe, feeling his anger vanish, "I too have committed some faults since I have been a guest in this house." "Don't be foolish.
The real beauty of Dona Perfecta's daughter consisted in a species of transparency, different from that of pearl, alabaster, marble, or any of the other substances used in descriptions of the human countenance; a species of transparency through which the inmost depths of her soul were clearly visible; depths not cavernous and gloomy, like those of the sea, but like those of a clear and placid river.
Pepe supposed that it concerned some bridge, dockyard, or, at the least, the draining of some marsh, but Don Juan soon dispelled his error, disclosing to him his plan in the following words: "This is March, and Perfecta's quarterly letter has not failed to come.
Suddenly Don Cayetano Polentinos, Dona Perfecta's brother-in-law, appeared at the door, and entering the room with outstretched arms, cried: "Let me embrace you, my dear Don Jose." They embraced each other cordially.
His sole heir was a daughter a few months old. With the death of Perfecta's husband the terrors of the family were at an end, but the great struggle began. The house of Polentinos was ruined; the estates were in danger of being seized by the money-lenders; all was in confusion: enormous debts, lamentable management in Orbajosa, discredit and ruin in Madrid.
Rey remained seated, serene, courageous, with the passive courage of a profound conviction and an immovable resolve. The whole weight of his aunt's wrath, threatening to overwhelm him, did not make him move an eyelash. This was his character. "You are mad. Marry my daughter, you! Marry her against my will!" Dona Perfecta's trembling lips articulated these words in a truly tragic tone.
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