(De las grandes locuras que el hombre hace,
No comete ninguna como casarse.)_
Whereupon she would specify the madness and entering into details,
would add at the top of her voice:
_He's off to his office bright and early,
While some neighbourhood swell stays at home with his girlie.
(Y por la manana el va a la oficina,
y ella queda en casa con algun vecino que es persona
fina.)_
Leandro's bitterness corroded the very depths of his soul, and however
much he tried to dominate his instincts, he could not succeed in
calming himself. One Saturday night, as they were walking homewards
along the Ronda, Leandro drew near to Manuel.
"Do you know whether Milagros talks to Lechuguino?"
"I?"
"Haven't you heard that they were going to get married?"
"Yes; so folks say."
"What would you do in my case?"
"I ... I'd find out."
"And suppose it proved to be true?"
Manuel was silent. They walked along without a word. Soon Leandro
carne to an abrupt stop and placed his hand upon Manuel's shoulder.
"Do you believe," he asked, "that if a woman deceives a man, he has
the right to kill her?"
"I don't believe he has," answered Manuel, staring into Leandro's
eyes.
"Well, if a man has the guts he does it whether he has a right to or
not.
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