Why should I?
You don't want to think of things which you meet every day in the newspapers and in conversation.

I had paid some calls since my return and most of my acquaintance were legitimists and intensely interested in the events of the frontier of Spain, for political, religious, or romantic reasons.

But I was not interested.
Apparently I was not romantic enough.

Or was it that I was even more romantic than all those good people?
The affair seemed to me commonplace.

That man was attending to his business of a Pretender.
On the front page of the illustrated paper I saw lying on a table near me, he looked picturesque enough, seated on a boulder, a big strong man with a square-cut beard, his hands resting on the hilt of a cavalry sabre--and all around him a landscape of savage mountains.