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When he had grown a little calmer he explained to her what had taken place. Eguiburu had summoned him for the following day, to recognize his endors.e.m.e.nts; and he expected him immediately to enforce his legal claim.
"Do you remember that day when, after I had guaranteed the thirty thousand duros for the paper, so that it might go on, I asked your opinion? You did not dare to tell me that I had not done well, and you gave me an evasive answer. How wise you were!"
"No, Miguel, no; you are mistaken," she answered, trying to spare her husband the mortification of having acted with less sense than a woman.
"What did I know about such things? If you did wrong, I should have done much worse.... But, after all, what has happened is not worth your being so troubled. We haven't any money left: well, and what of that? We will work for our living, as so many others do. I am used to it; I am not a senorita; I can live very economically, and not suffer any. You shall see how little I will spend! And our darling, when he gets old enough, will work too, and become a useful man--see if that isn't so! Perhaps if he knew that he would not be obliged to work, he would be dissipated, like so many other rich young men. And above all, he, and I too, will care for nothing else than to have his papa happy, with or without money."
Oh, how sweet sounded those words in the troubled Miguel's ears!
"You are my good angel, Maximina!" he exclaimed, kissing her hands. "I don't know what magic your words have to sweeten my sorrows instantaneously, to soothe me and calm me as though I had taken an aromatic bath.... Where did you learn this lovely eloquence, my life,"
he added, seating her on his knee. "You need not tell me! It all comes from here!"
And he kissed her just above her heart.
The husband and wife conversed a long time, calm, cheerful, drinking in with mouth and eyes the divine nectar of conjugal love. Extraordinary thing! In spite of being on the eve of a great calamity, Miguel could not remember having spent a happier hour in his life. And though the events that took place within a few days sobered him, yet, thanks to this cheering balsam, they could not wholly dishearten him.
Eguiburu at last sprang down upon his prey. The legal claim was sustained. Miguel's two houses in the Calle del Arenal and on the Cuesta de Santa Domingo were sold by auction for forty-eight thousand duros. If the sale had not been forced, there is no doubt that he would have received much more for them. Purchasers naturally took advantage of the occasion.
The total amount of our hero's debt, with interest and expenses, reached fifty thousand duros. Consequently there remained a trifle to make up.
Miguel sold a part of his furniture and some of his jewels so as to clear himself entirely. This having been done, he sought for a cheap tenement at the extreme outskirts of Madrid. He found in the Chamberi a rather pretty third-story apartment in a house recently built, at the moderate rent of twelve duros a month. He immediately moved there, and settled down with some degree of comfort with the rest of his furniture.
The house was small; but through Maximina's endeavors, it was soon converted into a quite pleasant residence. The largest room was reserved for Miguel, since, as they had no expectation of society calls, they had no need of a parlor.
Of the servants they kept only Juana, who offered to act as cook. The other girls, on learning that they were to be dismissed, began to weep pa.s.sionately; Placida above all was inconsolable.
"Senorita, for Heaven's sake, take me with you! With you I would go anywhere and eat potatoes, and not ask any pay."
Maximina was touched, and consoled her by saying that they were not going to leave Madrid, and that they could easily see each other.
The marvellous baby, whose rapid progress of late had reached the truly incredible point of raising his hands to heaven whenever he heard her sing the song--
_Santa Maria, que mala esta mi tia!_
was the object of many tender embraces on the part of the domestics, who between them squeezed him almost to death.
When they were fairly settled, Miguel naturally set himself about finding some occupation, so as to earn enough for living, though in a very modest manner. Politics were detestable to him; the same was true of journalism, although it was the only profession to which he was accustomed. He knew that there were going to be a few compet.i.tive offices vacant in the Council of State, and he made up his mind that he would try for one of them. In his love for his wife and baby, and in his sense of duty which had never entirely abandoned him, and which, amid his misfortunes, now arose in full strength in his mind, he found the stimulus and power not only to devote himself zealously to studies that were distasteful to him, but also to conquer his pride.
A young man who had shone in Madrid society, who had been the editor-in-chief of a newspaper and within a hair's breath of being deputy, could not help feeling some mortification in pa.s.sing through a public examination for a place worth only twelve or fourteen thousand reals. He devoted himself ardently to the study of administrative law with such zeal that he hardly went out of the house, except a little while in the evening to rest his brain.
The very little money that they had left he spent with exceeding care so that it might hold out until the time of the compet.i.tion, which was to be held after the summer, toward October or November.
Maximina in this respect was a model. Not only did she spend nothing on her person, for she had clothes enough, but also in the household expenses she performed prodigies of skill to reduce them to the smallest terms. Miguel was grieved, and almost shed tears secretly when he saw her making soap herself because it would be a few centimos cheaper than at the shop, and many times taking charge of the kitchen while Juana was gone to a distant store where potatoes were a real cheaper, and ironing the nicer linen herself, etc.
But she seemed happy; perhaps happier than when they were in the midst of opulence. The luxuriance of their apartment on the Plaza de Santa Ana had a certain depressing influence upon her. As she never dusted or arranged the furniture herself, they seemed to her hardly to be hers.
Now everything was the opposite; she had put them in their places after serious perplexities; she dusted them every day, she swept and brushed the carpet, she polished with stag-horn powder all the metal arrangements, she kept the window in her husband's room carefully washed; in fact, she took entire charge of all the details of the household.
It was for Miguel a pleasure not free from melancholy to see her mornings, with a silk handkerchief wrapped around her head in the Biscaan manner and in a woollen ap.r.o.n, gracefully waving the feather duster and lightly humming some sentimental _zorcico_ of her country.
But Maximina understood to the last detail the economy that referred to herself. This from time to time caused Miguel deep pain. Without his knowing it she had given up her chocolate in the afternoon. When he discovered it he became furious.
"Who would ever have thought of it! The idea of cutting down your food when you are nursing a baby! It is senseless and almost a sin! I forbid you to do such a thing! do you hear me? Rather than let you deny yourself what you needed to eat, I would go and break stones in the street, or beg! You know that I would!"
"Don't scold me, Miguel, for Heaven's sake! It was because I did not care for chocolate these days."
"Then you ought to have taken something else."
"I did not want anything."
"Come, come, Maximina, quit such foolishness.... And don't let it happen again."
Though the little wife tried to keep her feet hidden in his presence, he found another time that her shoes were worn through.
"What does this mean?" he demanded. "Why don't you buy another pair of shoes?"
"I will some time."
"You must buy them this very day. Yours are badly worn."
"All right. I will send for them to-day." And she managed to attract his attention to something else.
After five or six days had pa.s.sed, he found that she was wearing the same ones.
"What a girl you are!" he exclaimed, in vexation.
"Don't scold me, Miguel! don't scold me!" the little wife hastened to say, throwing her arms around him, and smiling in mortification. A harsh word from Miguel was for her the severest of misfortunes.
"How can I help scolding you if you do not obey me?"
"Forgive me!"
"I am going to take your measure, and this very day bring you a pair of shoes."
"Oh no!" she said hurriedly. "Don't trouble yourself; I will send right out for some."
The reason for this was that she was afraid that her husband might buy more expensive ones than she wanted.
Miguel, on his side, likewise practised some personal economies, though he did not go to such lengths. But Maximina could not endure this. When she saw him put on a _hongo_ and a silk handkerchief around his neck, so as to save his silk hat and the good clothes that he had, she grew vexed.
"How you _do_ look; I don't like you so, Miguel!"
"It's because I don't care to dress up. I am only going on an errand, and shall be right back."
If at the end of any given time she found the same money in his vest, she would say sadly:--
"You don't spend anything, Miguel. Don't you lunch at the cafe? Why don't you go to the theatre?"
"Because I am very busy now. I will go as soon as the examinations are over. Besides, we must be a little economical for the present."
"How bad it makes me feel not to have you spend as you used to do!" she exclaimed, giving him a hug. "You are making this sacrifice for my sake!
If you were alone, you would live much better."