The bell-ringer, the organ-blower, the shoemaker and the Tato now went up nightly to the bell-ringer's house, without summoning the master, and there they gave vent to their hatred of everything existing, under the forgotten old prints, yellow and wrinkled, which pictured the inglorious episodes of the Carlist war.
This nocturnal reunion was a continual complaint against social injustice.

They thought themselves even more unfortunate when they took an exact review of their situation.

The shoemaker recalled with tearful eyes the little child who had died of hunger, and spoke of the misery of his offspring, so numerous as to render his work useless.
The organ-blower spoke of his miserable old age, the six reals daily during his life, without any hope of earning more.

The Tato, in the fits of rage of a bullying coxcomb, proposed to behead all the canons in the choir some evening and then to set fire to the Cathedral.

And the bell-ringer, gloomy and scowling, said aloud, following up the course of his thoughts: "And below so much wealth that is of no use to anybody--amassed from pure pride--thieves! robbers!" Gabriel returned to pass his days by Sagrario's side.