- Farewell, Fabian! I had told him a new one from a great lady, waving his handkerchief and fan, and giving ridiculous jumps.
– See, see! He is Fabian! -He said, pointing to the public, as if I preach ignominiously. Fabian, who has returned from England!
– Goodbye, Fabian! -Had one third shrieked her will and making rude courtesies.
– This is an earl! Murmured some voices from the crowd.
“But what were, Fabian?-Burst on this at a distance and penetrating voice like a trumpet-: Are you Earl of title or name only, or you are not in any way?
The audience laughed.
People in the Auditorium were terrible … anonymous mass … Jury Sets … public opinion!
Fabian began on hearing that eerie laugh.
– Shut up! Earl is a wig!- Said some very ugly woman, who sold newspapers.
– But this is a real boy! , Argued a pretty enough, he sold oranges and lemons.
The young man looked at him with gratitude.
– So he may have turned down other routes, there will surely Prado and worldwide! I answered the first, full of envy.
– Hey, great God, you see where to go! Cried a Manolo, staring defiantly at the Fabian name.
He bit his lip, but did not understand, and continued to move slowly, more carefully than ever, barely restraining the horse, which also seems eager to make inroads into the crowd unseemly.
– Goodbye, prominent Tenorio, Byron’s terrible! Have you made many victims in London? Shouted another mask. As I dress as a woman, I dare not come to you! … You are so lucky in love!