respondence, this running to and fro, "Yes, the señorita will be out to-day." "No, to-day she cannot receive." "Today, perhaps, you might call"… well, the long and the short of it was, I found myself hand in glove with the maid.
Manolo. Stop! She is the one.
Pepe. What?
Manolo. You are going to marry the maid.
Pepe. Manolo, you guessed it. The maid!
Manolo. Man alive!
Julio. My son!
Pepe. None other. And a maid! I told you I was romantic.
Manolo. Pepe! Pepe!
Julio. Pepe!
Pepe. That is all there is to it. I was taken off my guard. The poor girl outdid herself to oblige me, and, to be perfectly fair, I was not in a position to offer tips. It was sympathy, something about me—well, it appealed to us both. I was always telling her nonsense, and she was pleased, naturally, so one day I invited her to go to Las Ventas to sample the rice. A man has to say something. Well, it began to look serious, it began to be serious. I am not a man to stand by and see a poor girl in tears when she has lost her position on my account, and finds herself without a position, as she does now.
Manolo. You may suppress the details.
Pepe. Well, facts are eloquent; well, I am going to marry her. I see no occasion, however, to laugh. I should not like my friends to think ill of my wife, and as we cannot possibly live here on my miserable pay, especially as I have an idea that we are headed for a large family
Manolo. Although you never can tell.
Pepe. Anyhow, I have resigned my position, and made
