Bonifacio hid his wife who was in those dealings, which was the projected life of the party, but she knew that the concert was being prepared, and their Bonis was revelry factor, it would be something rich. If other things he knew well, and long ago, had not spoken, but with hints and without insisting, now give it suited him entirely clear, and so, he said one day to the table for dessert, in the presence of Nepomuceno:

-Come, man, why so quiet I have what I make it? Do you want to surprise?

– Did you prepare?

-Yes, sir, about the concert: I know that you and others secretly intend to bring a glove for those poor comedians who have been in the village and should not have fun. Well, very well done. It’s a great idea and a charity. We will make a donation and have fun. Magnificent. Is not it, uncle who is a great idea?

‘Excellent,’ said Nepomuceno, wiping his lips with a napkin and head down.

-Count me and Miss Martha, Martha Körner, the engineer, you know, my girlfriend, who will go with me. The guy with me, right? And is the cousin Sebastian, who come to the fairs. You have to fix things over there, if we know, man, do not play the kid, we know you’re the director of the festival. So what? Better. Thank God you do something useful. What annoys me is that I never said you were a friend of comedians, as a friend. Did you think it would upset me? Why? I am not proud, I do not think my last name because my husband dishonor question about artists on the contrary, if I were a man would do the same. Is not she married the famous Tiplona with a gentleman here? Is not it, uncle, do not we been happy to know that the comedians Bonis is way too much? What we learned from Miss Körner, eh, uncle? And I even got me hollow. For you see.