“You are an odious, antipathetic man. I thought I rather liked you, but I only hate you.”
“You know already, Amparito, that I am a candidate for Deputy, but not one for you.”
“All right. All right. I don’t wish to hear any more stupid remarks.”
“The stupid remarks are those you are making.”
And Cæsar, who was beginning to feel angry, rebuked Amparito too severely, for her coquetry, her bad intentions, and her desire to humiliate and mortify people without any reason.
Amparito listened to him, pale and panting.
“And after all,” said Cæsar, “all this is nothing to me. If I am in your family’s way, or even in your way, I can go away from here, and all is ended.”
“No, do not go away,” murmured Amparito, raising her handkerchief to her eyes and beginning to weep bitterly.
Cæsar felt deeply grieved; all his anger disappeared, and he stood there, amazed, and not knowing what to do.
“Do not cry,” exclaimed Cæsar; “what will they think of me? Come, don’t cry. It is childish.”