Mother and daughter asked a myriad of things, and Martin had to tell his stories.

– But what a boy! ‘Said Dona Pepita, crossing himself. You are a true devil.

After lunch came a friend of Rosa Miss Brown, and Martin had to recount his adventures. Then he spoke and sang desktop. Martin thought: What will Catherine? But then he forgot the conversation.

Dona Pepita said her daughter had the whim to learn guitar and incited Rosita to sing.

‘Yes, singer-said the other girls.

Yes, you sing Zalacaín he added.

 And Rosita, to sing this, Martin looked so bright-eyed and black, that he forgot that he hoped to Catalina.

When she left the house of Mrs. Brown, was nearly eleven o’clock at night. Being in the street saw his brutal lack of attention. He went to find his girlfriend, asking at hotels. Most were closed. In one of Ram said, “Here came a lady, but is resting in his room.”

– Could not you tell me?

-No.

Bautista did not seem to.

Not knowing what to do, Martin returned to the arcade and began to walk through them. But for Catherine, she thought she could stay here and see if Rosita Brown is really for me, as it seems.