By and by there was a slow rippling laugh from Isabel, and the Senora's face lost its air of dismal distraction.
At length Navarro had brought his narrative of small events down to the afternoon of that day.

There had been a bull-fight, and Isabel was making him describe to her the chulos, in their pale satin breeches and silk waist-scarfs; the toreros in their scarlet mantles, and the picadores on their horses.
"And I assure you," he said, "the company of ladies was very great and splendid.

They were in full dress, and the golden-pinned mantillas and the sea of waving fans were a sight indeed.

Oh, the fans alone! So many colors; great crescents, growing and waning with far more enchantments than the moons.

Their rustle and movement has a wonderful charm, Senorita Isabel; no one can imagine it.
"Oh, I assure you, Senor, I can see and feel it.