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And
then
the
carriage
stopped
before
the
door
of
the
Casa
Gould
.
The
young
man
offered
his
hand
to
the
ladies
.
They
went
in
first
together
;
Don
Jose
walked
by
the
side
of
Decoud
,
and
the
gouty
old
porter
tottered
after
them
with
some
light
wraps
on
his
arm
.
Don
Jose
slipped
his
hand
under
the
arm
of
the
journalist
of
Sulaco
.
"
The
Porvenir
must
have
a
long
and
confident
article
upon
Barrios
and
the
irresistibleness
of
his
army
of
Cayta
!
The
moral
effect
should
be
kept
up
in
the
country
.
We
must
cable
encouraging
extracts
to
Europe
and
the
United
States
to
maintain
a
favourable
impression
abroad
.
"
Decoud
muttered
,
"
Oh
,
yes
,
we
must
comfort
our
friends
,
the
speculators
.
"
The
long
open
gallery
was
in
shadow
,
with
its
screen
of
plants
in
vases
along
the
balustrade
,
holding
out
motionless
blossoms
,
and
all
the
glass
doors
of
the
reception-rooms
thrown
open
.
A
jingle
of
spurs
died
out
at
the
further
end
.
Basilio
,
standing
aside
against
the
wall
,
said
in
a
soft
tone
to
the
passing
ladies
,
"
The
Senor
Administrador
is
just
back
from
the
mountain
.
"
In
the
great
sala
,
with
its
groups
of
ancient
Spanish
and
modern
European
furniture
making
as
if
different
centres
under
the
high
white
spread
of
the
ceiling
,
the
silver
and
porcelain
of
the
tea-service
gleamed
among
a
cluster
of
dwarf
chairs
,
like
a
bit
of
a
lady
's
boudoir
,
putting
in
a
note
of
feminine
and
intimate
delicacy
.
Don
Jose
in
his
rocking-chair
placed
his
hat
on
his
lap
,
and
Decoud
walked
up
and
down
the
whole
length
of
the
room
,
passing
between
tables
loaded
with
knick-knacks
and
almost
disappearing
behind
the
high
backs
of
leathern
sofas
.
He
was
thinking
of
the
angry
face
of
Antonia
;
he
was
confident
that
he
would
make
his
peace
with
her
.
He
had
not
stayed
in
Sulaco
to
quarrel
with
Antonia
.
Martin
Decoud
was
angry
with
himself
.
All
he
saw
and
heard
going
on
around
him
exasperated
the
preconceived
views
of
his
European
civilization
.
To
contemplate
revolutions
from
the
distance
of
the
Parisian
Boulevards
was
quite
another
matter
.
Here
on
the
spot
it
was
not
possible
to
dismiss
their
tragic
comedy
with
the
expression
,
"
Quelle
farce
!
"
