And Don Gil, after enumerating9 the beauties of La Corredera, terminated his article with the following lament10: “One more reason we have for thanking our much-boasted-of progress!”
Quentin had been told that nearly all of the pawn11 shops in Cordova were situated12 in La Corredera, and the morning after his conversation with Rafaela, he appeared there, resolved to leave no stone unturned until he had discovered the little box which he had been entrusted13 to find.
He entered La Corredera through the Arco Alto. From this spot, the plaza presented a pleasing and picturesque14 spectacle. It was like a harbour filled with yellow and white sails shaking in the breeze, shining with light, and filling the whole extent of the plaza. Under the dark and sombre porticos, in the tiny shops and booths, there were little piles of black objects.
Quentin walked through the centre of the plaza. He saw permanent booths, like large huts, where they sold grains and vegetables; and some that were portable, like great umbrellas with long sticks, which belonged to green-grocers and fruit-sellers. Other booths were a bit more simple, being merely wide, awningless tables upon which walnuts17 and hazelnuts were heaped. Others, simpler still, were upon the ground, “upon the stone counters,” as the itinerant18 pedlars called them.
Quentin left the centre of the plaza and entered the arcade19, resolved to leave no second-hand20 store or pawn-broker’s establishment unvisited. Each space beneath the arcade was occupied by a booth, and each column had[134] a little stand at its base. On the inside of the covered walk were the gateways21 of inns with their classic patios22, and their splendid old names; such as the Posada de la Puya, or the Posada del Toro.... The sandal stores displayed coils of plaited grass as signs; the drink establishments, shelves full of coloured bottles; the saddleries, headstalls, cinchas, and cruppers; the tripe23 shops, bladders, and sieves24 made of the skins of Lucena donkeys. Here a cane25 weaver26 was making baskets; there, a pawnbroker27 was piling up several greasy28 books; and near him, an old fright of a woman was taking a piece of hakefish from a frying-pan and placing it upon a tin plate.
Even the sidewalks were occupied; a vendor29 of Andújar ware30 was pacing up and down before his dishes: large water-jars, and small, green jugs31 which were arranged in squares upon the stones. An old countrywoman was selling rolls of tinder for smokers32; a man with a cap was exhibiting cigar cases and shell combs upon a folding table.
At each column there was a grinder with his machine, or a hatter with his caps in a large basket, or a fritter-maker with his caldron, or a cobbler with his bench and cut leather and a basin to dampen it in. There were notes of gaiety which were struck by stockings and handkerchiefs of vivid colours; and sinister33 notes: rows of different sized knives tied to a wall, on whose blades were engraved34 mottoes as suggestive as the following:
Si esta víbora te pica,
No hay remedio en la botica.
(If this viper35 should sting thee, there is no cure for it in the drugstore.)[135]
Or as that other legend, laconic36 in its fidelity37, written below a heart graven in the steel:
Soy de mi due?o y se?or.
(I am of my lord and master.)
Although he visited every pawn shop and second-hand dealer38 in the plaza, Quentin failed to find the jewel-case. Somewhat dazed by the sun and the noise, he stopped and leaned against a column for a moment. It was a babel of shouts and voices and songs—of a thousand sounds. The hardware dealers39 struck horse-shoes with their hammers in a queer sort of rhythm; the knife-grinders whistled on their flutes40; the vendor of medicinal herbs emitted a melancholy41 cry; the pine-nut seller shouted like a madman: “Boys and girls, weep for pine-nuts!”
There were cries that were languid and sad; others that were rapid and despairing. Some vendors42 devoted43 themselves to humour; like the seller of rolled wafers who began his advertisement by saying: “Here’s where you get your wafers ... they came from El Puerto—all the way for you!” and then mixed up a lot of sayings and refrains. Other merchants added a scientific touch; like the seller of tortoises, who dragged the little animals along the ground tied to a string, and shouted in a voice made husky by brandy: “Come and buy my little sea-roosters!”
All this rabble44 of vendors, of farmers, of women, of naked children, and of beggars; talked, shouted, laughed, gesticulated; it flowed from the Arco Alto to the Calle de la Espartería, where the orchardists from El Ruedo waited to bargain with the farmers; it entered the Plaza de las Ca?as, and while the multitude moved about, the[136] winter sun, yellow, brilliant as gold, fell upon and reverberated45 from the white awnings46.
Quentin went through the Arco Bajo to a plazoleta where a group of old men were sunning themselves, with their cloaks tied to their bodies and their stiff, broad-brimmed hats pulled down over their eyes. The majority of them were so preoccupied47 in their noble task of doing nothing, that Quentin dared not bother them with questions, so he made his way toward a lupine-seller who was seated beneath a small awning16 which sheltered him from the sun.
The man had fastened a frame to the wall which served him as an awning. As the red disk of the sun descended48 in the heavens, the man changed the angle of the frame, always keeping himself in the shade.
This wise fellow, who was reading a paper at the moment through a pair of glasses, wore a high-crowned, sugar-loaf hat; he had the small, gentle eyes of a drunkard, a long, twisted, red nose, and a white, pointed49 beard. When Quentin accosted50 him, he lifted his eyes with indifference51, looked over his glasses, and said:
“Sweetmeats? Lupine?”
“No; I would like you to tell me if there is a pawn shop around here besides those in La Corredera.”
“Sí, Se?or; there is one in the Plaza de la Almagra.”
“Where is that?”
“Near here. Would you like me to go with you?”
“No, thanks. They might steal your wares52.”
“Pish! What would they want them for?” And the ingenious chap with the sugar-loaf hat came out from behind his awning, tipped his hat toward one ear, caressed53 his goatee, and flourishing a white stick, abandoned his basket of lupine to fate, and accompanied[137] Quentin until he left him in front of a second-hand store.
“Thank you very much, caballero,” said Quentin.
The wise man smiled, shifted his high-crowned hat from his left ear to his right, swung his stick, and, after bowing ceremoniously, departed.
Quentin entered the shop and explained to the clerk what he was looking for. The man, after listening to him, said:
“I’ve got that jewel-case.”
“Will you show it to me?”
“I don’t know why I shouldn’t.”
The man opened a writing-desk, and from the bottom of one of the drawers took out a small, blackened box. It had a coronet upon the cover, but the lining54 had been torn out, so they could not see the initials that Rafaela had mentioned to Quentin. Nevertheless, it was probably the right box. Quentin wished to make sure.
“Do you mind telling me,” he asked, “where this box came from?”
“Are you so interested in it?” questioned the pawnbroker rather sarcastically55.
“Yes; but it is because I wish to make sure that it is the one I am looking for.”
“Well, I don’t mind saying where it came from, for I am sure that the man who sold it to me owned it.”
“Is it from the house of a marquis?”
“Sí, Se?or.”
“Of one who lives on the Calle del Sol?”
“Sí, Se?or.”
“How much do you want for it?”
“Seventy dollars.”
“The devil! That’s a good deal.[138]”
“It’s worth it. A man who knew about such things would give me a hundred dollars for it; perhaps more....”
“Very well. If I cannot come and get it today, I shall be here tomorrow.”
“Very well.”
Quentin went home deep in thought. Where was he going to get those seventy dollars? He entered the store and went to see Palomares.
“Could you let me have seventy dollars today?” he inquired.
“Seventy dollars! Where am I going to get it?”
“Don’t you know any one who lends money?”
“You’ve got to have a guarantee if you want any one to lend you money; and what guarantee are you going to give?”
“The fact is, I’ve got to have the money today.”
“Look here; come to the store on the Calle de la Espartería this evening, and we’ll see what we can do.”
At six o’clock, Quentin went to the store. He had never been there before. It was small, but overstocked with goods, and, at that hour, crowded with purchasers.
“Is Don Rafael in?” Quentin asked a clerk.
“There, in the back room.”
Quentin went in, and found himself in a small room with various shelves full from top to bottom of tins of all kinds and colours, bottles, flasks56, and jars. One breathed there a mixed odour of cinnamon, petroleum57, coffee, and cod-fish. In that little shop of nutritious58 produce, three persons were engaged in conversation with Don Rafael. Quentin greeted them and sat down.
One of the three persons was a prebendary by the[139] name of Espego, whom they called Espejito on account of his small stature59. Espejito had a sly look, and was pacing about the back room with his hands behind his back.
The second member of the coterie60 was a lean man with very thin legs, which were wide apart like those of a compass; he had a face like a tunny-fish, with a fixed61, penetrating62, and suspicious glance. He was called Camacha, and was a solicitor63. He wore a short moustache, side-whiskers that reached to the bottom of his ears, a broad-brimmed hat tipped to one side, and very tight trousers.
The third member was leaning back in a chair; he was a sexagenarian with a roman profile; his face was full of fleshy wrinkles; his nose, crooked65 and aquiline66, hung over his upper lip like a vulture over its prey67; his eyes were staring and sunken; his mouth contemptuous and bitter, and his skin, lemon-coloured. He wore a black handkerchief tied about his head; over it, a broad-brimmed hat, also black; and over his shoulders, a roomy, dark-brown cloak with large folds.
This gentleman, the owner of a number of farms about Cordova, was called Don Matías Armenta.
The four men talked slowly and disjointedly.
“I believe there are guarantees,” murmured one of them from time to time.
“That’s what I think.”
“The condition of the house....”
“Is not satisfactory, that’s certain; but to respond....”
“That’s what I think.”
“We’ll speak of that some other day.”
“I’m in the way here,” thought Quentin, and he went[140] into the store and sat down upon a bench, waiting for Palomares to appear.
Palomares went into the back room, and at the end of a short time, came out and said to Quentin:
“Well, my lad, it can’t be done.”
Quentin went into the street cursing his stepfather and the old cronies who were with him for a trio of usurers of the worst kind. He was walking along the streets wondering how he was to get the money, when he remembered the offer Se?ora Patrocinio had made to him the night he and Don Gil Sabadía were in her house.
“Let’s go there,” he said to himself. “We’ll see if she makes good her offer.”
He made his way to Los Tejares where Se?ora Patrocinio lived. The door of the house was open. Quentin knocked, and, as no one answered, he walked in.
“Se?ora Patrocinio!” he cried.
“Who is it?” came from above.
“A man who comes to ask for something.”
“Well, we give nothing here.”
“I am Quentin.”
“Ah! It’s you? Come in and wait for me.”
“What beautiful confidence!” said Quentin, seating himself in the vestibule, which was nearly in darkness.
Just then he heard footsteps upon the stairs, and a woman veiled in a black mantilla descended with Se?ora Patrocinio.
The veiled lady looked at Quentin as she passed; he returned the look with curiosity, and would have gone to the door to see her better, had not Se?ora Patrocinio seized him by the arm.
“Come,” said the old woman, “what’s the matter?”
“Se?ora Patrocinio,” Quentin stammered68, “send me[141] away and take me for an idiot if my request seems stupid to you. I have come to ask for money.”
“Have you been gambling69?”
“No.”
“How much do you need?”
“Seventy dollars.”
“Come, that’s not much. Follow me.”
Quentin and the old woman climbed to the second floor and entered a room which contained a large bed. Se?ora Patrocinio took a key from her pocket, and opened a cabinet. She clawed inside of it with her deformed70 hands until she brought forth71 a bulging72 purse. She opened it, removed from it a roll of coins wrapped in paper, broke it over the bed, and scattered73 several gold-pieces upon the coverlet. The old woman counted out twenty twenty-peseta pieces and offered them to Quentin.
“Take them,” she said.
“But you’re giving me too much, Se?ora Patrocinio.”
“Bah! They won’t weigh you down.”
“Thanks very much!”
“You must not thank me. I only want one thing, and that is that you come to see me now and then. Some day I’ll explain our relationship and what I expect of you.”
“Very well.”
Quentin took the money and left the house joyfully74. It was night, and he thought that the pawn shop on the Plaza de la Almagra might be closed, but he went by to make sure, and found it still open. He took the jewelcase and went home.
“The truth is, I’m a lucky man,” he murmured gleefully.[142]
Quentin slept peacefully, rocked by sweet expectations. The next afternoon he went to the Calle del Sol.
He found the gate open, and passed on into the garden. The gardener was not there. He went upstairs and rang the bell. The tall, dried-up servant who came to the door, said:
“The young ladies are in the kitchen.”
“Well, let’s go there.”
They went through a series of corridors and entered the kitchen. It was an enormous place, with a high skylight through which at that moment there filtered a ray of sunlight that fell upon the blond, somewhat mussed-up hair of Rafaela.
Rafaela and Remedios turned at the sound of footsteps.
“Oh, is it you? You have found us in a pretty mess,” said Rafaela, showing him her hands covered with flour.
“What are you making?” asked Quentin.
“Some fried-cakes.”
“It smells deliciously in here.”
“Have you a sweet tooth?” asked Rafaela.
“Somewhat.”
“This is the one with a sweet tooth,” said Rafaela, indicating Remedios. “Let’s get out of here, she’ll have indigestion if we don’t.”
Rafaela washed her hands and arms, dried them carefully, and led the way from the kitchen into the drawing-room.
“I’ve got the little box here,” announced Quentin.
“Oh, really? Give it to me. Thank you! Thank you very much indeed! How much did it cost you?”
“Nothing.... A mere15 trifle.”
“No, no, that’s not possible. Please tell me how much you paid for it.[143]”
“Won’t you accept this small favour from me?”
“No; for I realize that it must have cost you a lot.”
“Bah!”
“I’ll find out, and then we’ll talk about it further.”
Remedios, approaching Quentin mysteriously, said to him:
“Is it true that there is a store in your house?”
“Yes.”
“Are there sweets in it?”
“Yes.”
“Will you bring me some?”
“What do you want me to bring you?”
“Bring me some white taffy, some hard candy, a ladyfinger, and a sugar-plum.”
“But, child, you want a whole candy shop!” said Rafaela.
“Then just some taffy and cake, eh?”
“Very well.”
“But lots of it.”
“Yes.”
“Fine: now sing for us!”
“Gracious, what a bold little girl!” exclaimed Rafaela.
They opened the drawing-room windows, and Quentin sat at the piano and played the opening chords of the baritone aria64 from Rigoletto. Then, in a hearty75 voice, he began:
Deh non parlare al misero
del suo perduto bene....
He suddenly recalled his school, his friends; then he felt sentimental76, and put a real sadness in his tones. When he sang, Solo, difforme, povero, he felt almost like weeping.
After Rigoletto came the song from Un ballo:[144]
Eri tu che machiavi....
Quentin exhausted77 his repertoire78; he sang all the songs from the Italian operas that he knew; and then, exaggerating his English accent, he sang Rule Britannia! and God Save the Queen!
The two sisters and the old servant sewed as they listened to Quentin, who kept up a steady stream of conversation like a stage comedian79. They laughed at his stories and clownish tricks.
He had an inexhaustible supply, and related many anecdotes80 and adventures that were mostly invented by himself....
The afternoon passed very quickly. From the balcony they could see the dark mountain outlined strongly against the blue of the sky. The sun, very low in the horizon, was leaving long shadows of chimneys and towers on the grey roofs, and reddening the belfries with an ideal light that grew paler with each passing moment.
They could scarcely see within the room; the old servant brought in a lamp and placed it upon the table. Quentin took leave of the two sisters.
On his way out, he paused before the window overlooking the garden. The atmosphere was unusually clear; the sky was deepening to an intense blue. Distant objects; the white gardens upon the hillside, the hermitages among the cypress81 trees, the great round-topped pine trees upon the summit, ... all could be seen in detail.
It grew darker; in the black, rectangular patch of the pool, a star commenced to twinkle, then another, until a multitude of luminous82 points trembled in its deep, quiet waters.
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