John Bull on the Guadalquivir: From "Tales from All Countries"Trollope, Anthony
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John Bull on the Guadalquivir: From "Tales from All Countries"
Trollope, Anthony
British -- Spain -- Fiction; Courtship -- Fiction; Short stories
“Oh! I’ll do the talking. You’ll find the language easy enough before
long. It soon becomes the same as English to you, when you live among
them.” And then Johnson, walking up to the stranger, accosted him with
that good-natured familiarity with which a thoroughly nice fellow always
opens a conversation with his inferior. Of course I could not understand
the words which were exchanged; but it was clear enough that the “mayo”
took the address in good part, and was inclined to be communicative and
social.
“They are all of pure gold,” said Johnson, turning to me after a minute,
making as he spoke a motion with his head to show the importance of the
information.
“Are they indeed?” said I. “Where on earth did a fellow like that get
them?” Whereupon Johnson again returned to his conversation with the
man. After another minute he raised his hand, and began to finger the
button on the shoulder; and to aid him in doing so, the man of the
bull-ring turned a little on one side.
“They are wonderfully well made,” said Johnson, talking to me, and still
fingering the button. “They are manufactured, he says, at Osuna, and he
tells me that they make them better there than anywhere else.”
“I wonder what the whole set would cost?” said I. “An enormous deal of
money for a fellow like him, I should think!”
“Over twelve ounces,” said Johnson, having asked the question; “and that
will be more than forty pounds.”
“What an uncommon ass he must be!” said I.
As Johnson by this time was very closely scrutinising the whole set of
ornaments I thought I might do so also, and going up close to our friend,
I too began to handle the buttons and tags on the other side. Nothing
could have been more good-humoured than he was—so much so that I was
emboldened to hold up his arm that I might see the cut of his coat, to
take off his cap and examine the make, to stuff my finger in beneath his
sash, and at last to kneel down while I persuaded him to hold up his legs
that I might look to the clocking. The fellow was thorough good-natured,
and why should I not indulge my curiosity?
“You’ll upset him if you don’t take care,” said Johnson; for I had got
fast hold of him by one ankle, and was determined to finish the survey
completely.
“Oh, no, I shan’t,” said I; “a bull-fighting chap can surely stand on one
leg. But what I wonder at is, how on earth he can afford it!” Whereupon
Johnson again began to interrogate him in Spanish.
“He says he has got no children,” said Johnson, having received a reply,
“and that as he has nobody but himself to look after, he is able to allow
himself such little luxuries.”
“Tell him that I say he would be better with a wife and couple of
babies,” said I—and Johnson interpreted.
“He says that he’ll think of it some of these days, when he finds that
the supply of fools in the world is becoming short,” said Johnson.
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