He was a great gallant, never fixing himself long anywhere.

The other evening he said to a chaplain of the chapel of the kings, 'Those captain professors at the Academy think that in point of women they cull the best in Toledo, but where is the Church! The seculars must lower their flag!'" He laughed as he pointed out a group of young priests, carefully shaved, with their cheeks blue and shining, dressed in silk mantles that diffused a strong scent of musk as they moved.

These were the dandies of the Chapter, the young canons, who often made journeys to Madrid to confess their patronesses--ancient marchionesses who, by dint of influence, had gained for them a seat in the choir.

At the Puerta del Mollete they stopped a few moments to arrange the folds of their cloaks before they went into the street.
"They are going out to court the ladies," said the Tato.

"Brrrum! make way for Don Juan Tenorio!" When they had watched all the canons come out, the Perrero spoke to his uncle about the cardinal.
"In these days he is given over to the fiends.