I asked the judge for the appointment.

He refused me.

Very well! I care not to drink chocolate and dance in his house.

One hand washes the other, and one cousin should help another." "Why did he refuse you ?" "Who can tell ?" but Luis shrugged his shoulders expressively, and added, "He gave the office to Blas-Sangre." "Ah!" "Yes, it is so--naturally;--Blas-Sangre is rich, and when the devil of money condescends to appear, every little devil rises up to do him homage." "Let it pass, Luis.

Suppose you sing me that last verse again.