The day's entertainment had been good. Eight bulls and fourteen horses killed, and a _chulo_ slightly wounded: what could any one desire more? Each bull-fight must bring in about twenty or twenty-five thousand francs,[5] which are given by the queen to the principal hospital, where the wounded _torreros_ are treated with every possible attention. A priest and a surgeon are always waiting in a room at the _Plaza de Toros_, ready to administer spiritual or corporal assistance as the case may be. Formerly, and I believe it is the case at present as well, a mass used to be said for the combatants during the fight. You see that nothing is neglected, and that the impressarios take every precaution. As soon as the last bull is killed, every one leaps into the arena, and discusses on the way home the merit of the different _suertes_ or _cogidas_ which have struck him as most worthy of notice. And what, you will ask, are the women like? for that is the first question put to a traveller. I own, frankly, that I have not the slightest idea. I have a vague notion that there were some very pretty ones near me, but I will not positively assert the fact. Let us proceed to the Prado, in order to clear up this important point. CHAPTER VII. MADRID--_continued_. The Prado--The Mantilla and Fan--The Spanish Type--Water-Merchants; Coffee-houses of Madrid--Newspapers--The Politicians of the Puerta del Sol--Post-Office--The Houses of Madrid--Tertullias; Spanish Society--The Teatro del Principe--The Queen's Palace; the Palace of the Cortes, and the Monument of the Dos de Mayo--The Armeria and El Buen Retiro.