After this prank the Troyas commenced a conversation with their visitors about the people and the affairs of the town. The engineer, fearing that his exploit might be discovered while he was present, wished to go, which displeased the Troyas greatly. One of them who had left the room now returned, saying:
"Suspiritos is now in the yard; she is hanging out the clothes."
"Don Jose will wish to see her," said another of the girls.
"She is a fine-looking woman. And now she arranges her hair in the Madrid fashion. Come, all of you."
They took their visitors to the dining-room--an apartment very little used--which opened on a terrace, where there were a few flowers in pots and many broken and disused articles of furniture. The terrace overlooked the yard of an adjoining house, with a piazza full of green vines and plants in pots carefully cultivated. Every thing about it showed it to be the abode of neat and industrious people of modest means.
The Troyas, approaching the edge of the roof, looked attentively at the neighboring house, and then, imposing silence by a gesture on their cavaliers, retreated to a part of the terrace from which they could not see into the yard, and where there was no danger of their being seen from it.
"She is coming out of the kitchen now with a pan of peas," said Maria Juana, stretching out her neck to look.
"There goes!" cried another, throwing a pebble into the yard.
The noise of the projectile striking against the glass of the piazza was heard, and then an angry voice crying:
"Now they have broken another pane of glass!"
The girls, hidden, close beside the two men, in a corner of the terrace, were suffocating with laughter.
"Senora Suspiritos is very angry," said Rey. "Why do they call her by that name?"
"Because, when she is talking, she sighs after every word, and although she has every thing she wants, she is always complaining."
There was a moment's silence in the house below. Pepita Troya looked cautiously down.
"There she comes again," she whispered, once more imposing silence by a gesture. "Maria, give me a pebble. Give it here--bang! there it goes!"
"You didn't hit her. It struck the ground."
"Let me see if I can. Let us wait until she comes out of the pantry again."
"Now, now she is coming out. Take care, Florentina."
"One, two, three! There it goes!"
A cry of pain was heard from below, a malediction, a masculine exclamation, for it was a man who uttered it. Pepe Rey could distinguish clearly these words:
"The devil! They have put a hole in my head, the---- Jacinto, Jacinto!
But what an abominable neighborhood this is!"
"Good Heavens! what have I done!" exclaimed Florentina, filled with consternation. "I have struck Senor Don Inocencio on the head."
"The Penitentiary?" said Pepe Rey.
"Yes."
"Does he live in that house?"
"Why, where else should he live?"
"And the lady of the sighs----"
"Is his niece, his housekeeper, or whatever else she may be. We amuse ourselves with her because she is very tiresome, but we are not accustomed to play tricks on his reverence, the Penitentiary."
While this dialogue was being rapidly carried on, Pepe Rey saw, in front of the terrace and very near him, a window belonging to the bombarded house open; he saw a smiling face appear at it--a familiar face--a face the sight of which stunned him, terrified him, made him turn pale and tremble. It was that of Jacinto, who, interrupted in his grave studies, appeared at it with his pen behind his ear. His modest, fresh, and smiling countenance, appearing in this way, had an auroral aspect.
"Good-afternoon, Senor Don Jose," he said gayly.
"Jacinto, Jacinto, I say!"
"I am coming. I was saluting a friend."
