Old man, you know Padre Camorra, I suppose?
Well, he's a liberal curate, very jolly, frank, very frank, one of those like Padre Paco.

As there were pretty girls, we serenaded them all, he with his guitar and songs and I with my violin.

I tell you, old man, we had a great time--there wasn't a house we didn't try!" He whispered a few words in Placido's ear and then broke out into laughter.

As the latter exhibited some surprise, he resumed: "I'll swear to it! They can't help themselves, because with a governmental order you get rid of the father, husband, or brother, and then--merry Christmas! However, we did run up against a little fool, the sweetheart, I believe, of Basilio, you know?
Look, what a fool this Basilio is! To have a sweetheart who doesn't know a word of Spanish, who hasn't any money, and who has been a servant! She's as shy as she can be, but pretty.

Padre Camorra one night started to club two fellows who were serenading her and I don't know how it was he didn't kill them, yet with all that she was just as shy as ever.