The carriages were forced to move slowly, with the _tabi_ of the cocheros repeated every moment.

Met and mingled government clerks, soldiers, friars, students, Chinese, girls with their mammas or aunts, all greeting, signaling, calling to one another merrily.
Padre Camorra was in the seventh heaven at the sight of so many pretty girls.

He stopped, looked back, nudged Ben-Zayb, chuckled and swore, saying, "And that one, and that one, my ink-slinger?
And that one over there, what say you ?" In his contentment he even fell to using the familiar _tu_ toward his friend and adversary.

Padre Salvi stared at him from time to time, but he took little note of Padre Salvi.

On the contrary, he pretended to stumble so that he might brush against the girls, he winked and made eyes at them.
"_Punales!_" he kept saying to himself.