ice watched a neatly cut coat disappear behind a
group of ladies.

"The Three Fates!" went on Tadeo, watching the arrival of three
withered, bony, hollow-eyed, wide-mouthed, and shabbily dressed
women. "They're called--"

"Atropos?" ventured the novice, who wished to show that he also knew
somebody, at least in mythology.

"No, boy, they're called the Weary Waiters--old, censorious, and
dull. They pretend to hate everybody--men, women, and children. But
look how the Lord always places beside the evil a remedy, only that
sometimes it comes late. There behind the Fates, the frights of
the city, come those three girls, the pride of their friends, among
whom I count myself. That thin young man with goggle-eyes, somewhat
stooped, who is wildly gesticulating because he can't get tickets,
is the chemist S----, author of many essays and scientific treatises,
some of which are notable and have captured prizes. The Spaniards say
of him, 'There's some hope for him, some hope for him.' The fellow who
is soothing him with his Voltairian smile is the poet T----, a young
man of talent, a great friend of mine, and, for the very reason that
he has talent, he has thrown away his pen. That fellow who is trying to
get in with the actors by the other door is the young physician U----,
who has effected some remarkable cures--it's also said of him that he
promises well. He's not such a scoundrel as Pelaez but he's cleverer
and slyer still. I believe that he'd shake dice with death and win."

"And that brown gentleman with a mustache like hog-bristles?"

"Ah, that's the merchant F----, who forges everything, even his
baptismal certificate. He wants to be a Spanish mestizo at any cost,
and is making heroic efforts to forget his native language."

"But his daughters are very white."

"Yes, that's the reason rice has gone up in price, and yet they eat
nothing but bread."

The novice did not understand the connection between the price of
rice and the whiteness of those girls, but he held his peace.

"There goes the fellow that's engaged to one of them, that thin brown
youth who is following them with a lingering movement and speaking with
a protecting air to the three friends who are laughing at him. He's
a martyr to his beliefs, to his consistency."

The novice was filled with admiration and respect for the young man.

"He has the look of a fool, and he is one," continued Tadeo. "He
was born in San Pedro Makati and has inflicted many