DISCORD CONTINUES TO GROW UNTIL WAR IS DECLARED
Every one looked toward the door, at which appeared the imposing figure of the Centaur, serious-looking and frowning; embarrassed by his anxiety to salute the company politely; savagely handsome, but disfigured by the violence which he did himself in smiling civilly and treading softly and holding his herculean arms in a correct posture.
“Come in, Senor Ramos,” said Pepe Rey.
“No, no!” objected Dona Perfecta. “What he has to say to you is an absurdity.”
“Let him say it.”
“I ought not to allow such ridiculous questions to be discussed in my house.”
“What is Senor Ramos’ business with me?”
Caballuco uttered a few words.
“Enough, enough!” exclaimed Dona Perfecta. “Don’t trouble my nephew any more. Pepe, don’t mind this simpleton. Do you
