Famous Don Esteban!...

Just for the pleasure of hearing his yarns they would have liked a legal paper drawn up every month.
The future destiny of the notarial crown prince was the object of many after-dinner conversations on the special days when the poet was an invited guest.
"What do you want to be ?" Labarta asked his godson.
His mother's supplicating glance seemed desperately to implore the little fellow: "Say Archbishop, my king." For the good senora, her son could not make his debut in any other way than in a church career.

The notary always used to speak very positively from his own viewpoint, without consulting the interested party.

He would be an eminent jurisconsult; thousands of dollars were going to roll toward him as though they were pennies; he was going to figure in university solemnities in a cloak of crimson satin and an academic cap announcing from its multiple sides the tasseled glory of the doctorate.

The students in his lecture-room would listen to him most respectfully.