Cæsar, on his part, had a great admiration for his wife. What strength for facing life! What amazing energy!
“I walk among brambles and leave a piece of my clothing on every one of them,” thought Cæsar, “and she passes artlessly between all obstacles, with the ease of an ethereal thing. It’s extraordinary!”
It pleased Amparito to be thus observed.
Her husband used to tell her:
“You have, as it were, ten or twelve Amparitos inside of you; it often seems to me that you are a whole round of Amparitos.”
“Well, you are not more than one Cæsar to me.”
“That’s because I have the ugly vice of talking and of being consequential.”
“Don’t I talk?”
“Yes, in another way.”
DOUBT