Come back this afternoon, I'm in a hurry now." "Only tell me how much you're willing to pay," insisted Lucas.
"I've told you that we'll talk about that some other time.

I haven't time now," repeated Ibarra impatiently.
"You haven't time now, sir ?" asked Lucas bitterly, placing himself in front of the young man.

"You haven't time to consider the dead ?" "Come this afternoon, my good man," replied Ibarra, restraining himself.

"I'm on my way now to visit a sick person." "Ah, for the sick you forget the dead?
Do you think that because we are poor--" Ibarra looked at him and interrupted, "Don't try my patience!" then went on his way.
Lucas stood looking after him with a smile full of hate.

"It's easy to see that you're the grandson of the man who tied my father out in the sun," he muttered between his teeth.