d, and she also immediately
began to give orders. She was followed by the senora of the third floor,
the wife of an employe of the Tribunal de la Rota.[38] Behind her came a
maid bringing an enormous picture of San Ramon Nonnato, and this she
placed in Maximina's room, with two lighted candles at the side of it.
This lady likewise began to give directions as soon as she arrived. It
really seemed as if everybody had the right to issue orders except the
master of the house, toward whom all those ladies, and even the
maid-servants, took delight in showing a profound and no less
unjustified contempt.

"Why, however you look at it," he said to himself, with eminent truth,
thrusting his hands into his pockets, and looking gloomy and annoyed, "I
am the husband, and, besides, I am, or, at least, shall be, the ... the
... which is the same thing."

The poor fellow did not open his month unless to make some blunder,
worthy at least of a disdainful smile.

Once, catching sight of his wife standing up and leaning on Juana and
the _comadre_, it occurred to him to suggest that she would be better
off in bed. The representatives of the female sex, like one body,
fulminated such a terrible look at him that we cannot possibly explain
why it did not reduce him to ashes. _La brigadiera_, striving to contain
herself and soften her voice, said to him:--

"Miguel, you are disturbing us. I beg of you to leave us, and we will
send for you in good time."

He obeyed in spite of himself: as he left the room he saw such a sad and
loving look in his wife's eyes, that he was on the point of opening the
door again and saying:--

"Ladies, see here! I am the master, this is my wife, and you depart
whence you came!"

But he came to the conclusion that the dispute might annoy Maximina, and
he swallowed his chagrin.

Now, absolutely condemned to ostracism in the corridors, he walked up
and down in them for a long time, listening to all the noises in the
bedroom. He was anxious to hear his wife's voice, even though it were in
tones of anguish; but there was nothing: he could hear all the others,
but not hers.

"How is it going?" he asked of the countess, who was starting for the
kitchen.

"Very well, very well. Don't you be troubled."

An hour passed, and, worn out by his incessant walking up and down, he
went to the parlor and threw himself upon a sofa. He sat there for some
time, with his eyes wide open, trying to conquer the drowsiness th