His only distraction was to visit his cousins in their counting-houses, or to meander through the Rambla.

Why not go ?...

Perhaps he might be mistaken, and the interview might prove an interesting one.

At all events, he would have the chance of retiring after a brief conversation about the past....

His curiosity was becoming excited by the mystery.
And at three in the afternoon he took a street car that conducted him to the new districts springing up around the base of Tibidabo.
The commercial bourgeoisie had covered these lands with an architectural efflorescence, legitimate daughter of their dreams.
Shopkeepers and manufacturers had wished to have here a pleasure house, traditionally called a _torre_, in order to rest on Sundays and at the same time make a show of their wealth with these Gothic, Arabic, Greek, and Persian creations.