"Come down, old sow!" she cried.

"I'm going to smash that dirty mouth of yours! _Querida_ of a battalion, filthy hag!" The Muse immediately disappeared from the window and was soon seen running down the stairs flourishing her husband's whip.
Don Tiburcio interposed himself supplicatingly, but they would have come to blows had not the alferez arrived on the scene.
"Ladies! Don Tiburcio!" "Train your woman better, buy her some decent clothes, and if you haven't any money left, rob the people--that's what you've got soldiers for!" yelled Dona Victorina.
"Here I am, senora! Why doesn't your Excellency smash my mouth?
You're only tongue and spittle, Dona Excelencia!" "Senora!" cried the alferez furiously to Dona Victorina, "be thankful that I remember that you're a woman or else I'd kick you to pieces--frizzes, ribbons, and all!" "S-senor Alferez!" "Get out, you quack! You don't wear the pants!" The women brought into play words and gestures, insults and abuse, dragging out all the evil that was stored in the recesses of their minds.

Since all four talked at once and said so many things that might hurt the prestige of certain classes by the truths that were brought to light, we forbear from recording what they said.

The curious spectators, while they may not have understood all that was said, got not a little entertainment out of the scene and hoped that the affair would come to blows.

Unfortunately for them, the curate came along and restored order.
"Senores! Senoras! What a shame! Senor Alferez!" "What are you doing here, you hypocrite, Carlist!" "Don Tiburcio, take your wife away! Senora, hold your tongue!" "Say that to these robbers of the poor!" Little by little the lexicon of epithets was exhausted, the review of shamelessness of the two couples completed, and with threats and insults they gradually drew away from one another.