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To avoid further complications in his pretences, Don Jos�� invented a correspondence that did not pass through his hands, but was directed to others. Do?a Sol had written (according to him) to the Marquis about her money matters, and at the end of every letter she enquired after Gallardo. At other times the letters were to a cousin, in which were the same remembrances of the torero.

The absurdity of the wish decided her. She also would go. The idea of seeing La Rinconada interested her.

Turning his head with warlike pride and fixing his eyes on the legionary eagle, he shouted:

[29] Old Spanish head-dress, a kind of net.

Plumitas remained some time silent with lowered eyes, as if he were absorbed in the mental contemplation of his misfortune, at finding no place for himself in the present age.

Carmen looked round her undecidedly, perhaps half repenting having come; after all, what was she going to do there?

The insults of the populace, who had up to now been so friendly, exasperated him, and he clenched his fists.

His admirers dispersed to their breakfasts at home in order to go early to the Corrida. Gallardo, finding himself alone, was making his way up to his room, impelled by the nervous restlessness which overpowered him, when a man holding two children by the hand, pushed open the glass doors of the dining-room, regardless of the servant's enquiries as to his business. He smiled seraphically when he saw the torero and advanced, with his eyes fixed on him, dragging the children along and scarcely noticing where he placed his feet. Gallardo recognised him, "How are you, Compar��?"