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"Yes, yes. I remember now. I left early. Pepita, we left early, did we
not? But, señora, you are good enough to forgive my leaving early, yes,
even in the middle of your admirable performance. I forget why we left.
Pepita ... oh, some indisposition...."
It was impossible that anyone in the theatre could have missed the
intention of the songs. Camila could only assume that the Marquesa, out
of a sort of fantastic magnanimity, was playing the farce of not having
noticed it. She was almost in tears: "But you are so good to overlook my
childishness, señora,--I mean Your Grace. I did not know. I did not
know your goodness, señora, permit me to kiss your hand."
Doña María held out her hand astonished. She had not for a long time
been addressed with such consideration. Her neighbors, her tradespeople,
her servants--for even Pepita lived in awe of her,--her very daughter
had never approached her thus. It induced a new mood in her; one that
must very likely be called maudlin. She became loquacious:
"Offended, offended at you, my beautiful, ... my gifted child? Who am I,
a ... an unwise and unloved old woman, to be offended at you? I felt, my
daughter, as though I were--what says the poet?--_surprising through a
cloud the conversation of the angels_. Your voice kept finding new
wonders in our Moreto. When you said:
'_Don Juan, si mi amor estimas,
Y la fe segura es necia,
Enojarte mis temores
Es no querarme discreta.
¿Tan seguros_....'
and so on,--that was true! And what a gesture you made at the close of
the First Day. There, with your hand so. Such a gesture as the Virgin
made, saying to Gabriel: _How is it possible that I shall have a child_?
No, no, you will begin to have resentment at me, for I am going to tell
you about a gesture that you may remember to use some day. Yes, it would
fit well into that scene where you forgive your Don Juan de Lara.
Perhaps I should tell you that I saw it made one day by my daughter. My
daughter is a very beautiful woman ... everyone thinks. Did ... did you
know my Doña Clara, Señora?"
"Her Grace often did me the honour of visiting my theatre. I knew the
Condesa well by sight."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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