To get to that room had to go through other equally spacious, decorated with antique furniture all very tasteful, very spoiled and great curtains and many oil paintings of considerable merit. Undoubtedly, there lived a wealthy and noble family, so noble, that in some furniture and curtains were all different coats of arms and crowns paths baron, earl or a marquis.
But who was Lazarus? (We wondered). ¿Anyone palace occupied its own right or in the absence of their masters? ¿Descended from those barons, counts and marquises, or the janitor?
“-From the doorman” categorically decreed Diego. And then added:
“‘The Lazarus dry formula is a skill he uses to suspect if emblazoned down those drapes.”
I tried to inform the nobles about this mansion, and only found out it belonged to the heirs of an English lady who was raised in Madrid, where he married a Puerto Rican Marquis, who, having been widowed the following year, he returned to America , but had been heard of him. And who are those heirs? I asked. “It is not known … But can you ask in the same house, where they seem to live … do not know if half relative, or if an administrator of this family, a young man, in short, very handsome and very formal …, which also has air as English. “
There was news of more purpose to get us out of doubt as to who was Lazarus … Remained relatively well to find out the English lady and the Marquis Puerto Rican! “Instead, Diego exclaimed with an air of fiscal, the doorman is a real and effective character, which we have before our eyes. I repeat, is the son of the doorman! “