"What are you thinking about? Do you still doubt?"

"What ought I to do?" asked the bravo, covered with confusion. "Shall we
give him a fright? I don't know what the senora would think about it.
I say that because I was at her house this evening, and it seemed to me
that the mother and daughter had become reconciled."

"Don't be a fool! Why don't you go in?"

"Now I remember that the armed men are not there; I told them to leave
this evening."

"And this block of marble still doubts what he ought to do! Ramos, go
into the garden and don't be a coward."

"How can I go in if the door is closed?"

"Get over the wall. What a snail! If I were a man----"

"Well, then, up! There are some broken bricks here where the boys climb
over the wall to steal the fruit."

"Up quickly! I will go and knock at the front door to waken the senora,
if she should be asleep."

The Centaur climbed up, not without difficulty. He sat astride on the
wall for an instant, and then disappeared among the dark foliage of the
trees. Maria Remedios ran desperately toward the Calle del Condestable,
and, seizing the knocker of the front door, knocked--knocked three times
with all her heart and soul.