I do not know why everybody takes so much trouble about me." "Half of Spain is taking trouble about you, my child," was the answer.
"Ah! that is about my money.

That is quite different.

But Marcos, you know, and Uncle Ramon are the only people who take any trouble about me, for myself you understand." "Yes, I understand," answered the great man humbly, as if he were trying to, but was not quite sure of success.
Marcos sat silently in his corner of the carriage.

Indeed Juanita exercised the prerogative of her sex and led the conversation, gaily and easily.

But when the carriage stopped beneath some trees by the roadside she suddenly lapsed into silence too.
She stood on the road in the bright moonlight and looked about her.