And it's all the way you behaved, old boy--like a prince! Just--like a--blamed prince!" "Oh, I don't know--Jose acted pretty white, himself.

You've got to admit that it's Jose that took the fight out of the crowd.

I'm glad--" He did not finish the sentence, and they were considerate enough not to insist that he should.
* * * * * Warm sunlight, and bonfires fallen to cheerless, charred embers and ashes gone gray; warm sunlight, and eyes grown heavy with the weariness of surfeited pleasure.

Bullock carts creaked again, their squealing growing gradually fainter as the fat-jowled senoras lurched home to the monotony of life, while the senoritas drowsed and dreamed, and smiled in their dreaming.
At the corrals, red-lidded caballeros cursed irritably the horses they saddled.

In the patio Don Andres gave dignified adieu to the guests that still lingered.