He hated all women since the one he had fixed his heart on had disappointed him, and he strode backwards and forwards now in more than usual indignation against the sex.
He was still pacing the garden when Federigo came back, heated and triumphant, with his cloak on his shoulder and a bag under his arm.
"Nearly three hundred piastres!" he cried, clearing the garden in a succession of bounds.
His sister had been asleep on the sofa, and sprang up in ecstasy at the intelligence; and they proceeded then with childish glee to spread out the silver on the table, and divide it into three.

When Salve absolutely refused to take more than his one piastre back again, there came actually a look of humble admiration into the senorita's eyes.

She could not comprehend such an act of self-sacrifice, although she seemed to vaguely feel that there was something noble about it.

After a moment's consideration she held out her hand and said-- "Senor, give me the piastre you have in your hand, and I will give you another in return for it." He did so, and she took it and kissed it repeatedly.
"I shall play with this one to-morrow evening," she cried joyfully, and put it into her bosom.
She carried out her intention, and came home beaming, with a whole bagful of piastres.
It seemed that the family lived only by play.

The son, it is true, was in connection with one or other of the political parties of the town, with the prospect of an appointment as officer in a volunteer corps if any rising took place; but that did not in the meantime bring in money, and how they managed to get along when luck went against them it was not easy to see.
Salve meanwhile was becoming rather tired of being on land.