Don't make the child wretched, my lad; if you do, you will be a contemptible, dishonorable rascal, a scoundrel, a...

but you don't look like a rogue!" There was a great deal of bustle in Coello's house that evening.

The artist's indolent wife was unusually animated.

She could not control her surprise and wrath.

Isabella had been from childhood a great favorite of Herrera, the first architect in Spain, who had already expressed his love for the young girl, and now this vagabond pauper, this immature boy, had come to destroy the prosperity of her child's life.
She upbraided Coello with being faithless to his paternal duty, and called him a thoughtless booby.