-Point, I am in love! …

 
It was past nine at night. Pauline was at the end of his modest dinner. Alone in the room, paladajant entertained with true gluttony, some bits of cheese from Holland who had carefully cut with a knife dessert.

The maid was so committed that night Paulina had never said anything or was interested in the price of eggs, tortured or had questions. Pauline remained silent, with an air of satisfaction, like a flight of angels were invisible to him in kissing sotabarbes and neck.

Then he folded the napkin and a swallow sips of water, silently withdrew to his room. That night was still read the Sunday Reading. He tried reading, but did not charge anything swallowed the words mechanically without grasping their meaning. He folded the magazine, and left on the sofa where did naps.

Paulina Smith although seguríssima its success, there had to clear at all that had at hand. If that would have been something very convenient, Pauline wanted a sitting with the teacher to change impressions and determine the effect that the widow had taken place in the soul of Don Gaspar. But it could not be: those at night, and alone! No, no, no way. Pauline resigned himself, and procured hold his impatience.