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to the ranch； and Elena passed the hours practising exercises with desperate good will。 〃Heavens and earth！ She might at least play the Jota or the Perican； or some other lively Spanish dance！〃 And the irate father； at the hour of siesta； betook himself to the nearby eucalyptus trees； to sleep upon his poncho。
This younger daughter whom he dubbed La Romantica； was the special victim of his wrath and ridicule。 Where had she picked up so many tastes which he and his good China never had had？ Music books were piled on the piano。 In a corner of the absurd parlor were some wooden boxes that had held preserves； which the ranch carpenter had been made to press into service as a bookcase。
〃Look here； Frenchy；〃 scoffed Madariaga。 〃All these are novels and poems！ Pure lies！ 。 。 。 Hot air！〃
He had his private library； vastly more important and glorious； and occupying less space。 In his desk； adorned with guns； thongs； and chaps studded with silver； was a little compartment containing deeds and various legal documents which the ranchman surveyed with great pride。
〃Pay attention； now and hear marvellous things；〃 announced the master to Desnoyers； as he took out one of his memorandum books。
This volume contained the pedigree of the famous animals which had improved his breeds of stock； the genealogical trees； the patents of nobility of his aristocratic beasts。 He would have to read its contents to him since he did not permit even his family to touch these records。 And with his spectacles on the end of his nose； he would spell out the credentials of each animal celebrity。 〃Diamond III； grandson of Diamond I； owned by the King of England； son of Diamond II； winner in the races。〃 His Diamond had cost him many thousands； but the finest horses on the ranch； those which brought the most marvellous prices； were his descendants。
〃That horse had more sense than most people。 He only lacked the power to talk。 He's the one that's stuffed； near the door of the parlor。 The girls wanted him thrown out。 。 。 。 Just let them dare to touch him！ I'd chuck them out first！〃
Then he would continue reading the history of a dynasty of bulls with distinctive names and a succession of Roman numbers； the same as kingsanimals acquired by the stubborn ranchman in the great cattle fairs of England。 He had never been there； but he had used the cable in order to compete in pounds sterling with the British owners who wished to keep such valuable stock in their own country。 Thanks to these blue…blooded sires that had crossed the ocean with all the luxury of millionaire passengers； he had been able to exhibit in the concourses of Buenos Aires animals which were veritable towers of meat； edible elephants with their sides as fit and sleek as a table。
〃That book amounts to something！ Don't you think so； Frenchy？ It is worth more than all those pictures of moons； lakes； lovers and other gewgaws that my Romantica puts on the walls to catch the dust。〃
And he would point out； in contrast； the precious diplomas which were adorning his desk； the metal vases and other trophies won in the fairs by the descendants of his blooded stock。
Luisa； the elder daughter； called Chicha； in the South American fashion； was much more respected by her father。 〃She is my poor China right over again；〃 he said； 〃the same good nature； and the same faculty for work； but more of a lady。〃 Desnoyers entirely agreed with him； and yet the father's description seemed to him weak and incomplete。 He could not admit that the pale； modest girl with the great black eyes and smile of childish mischief bore the slightest resemblance to the respectable matron who had brought her into existence。
The great fiesta for Chicha was the Sunday mass。 It represented a journey of three leagues to the nearest village； a weekly contact with people unlike those of the ranch。 A carriage drawn by four horses took the senora and the two senoritas in the latest suits and hats arrived； via Buenos Aires； from Europe。 At the suggestion of Chicha； Desnoyers accompanied them in the capacity of driver。
The father remained at home； taking advantage of this opportunity to survey his fields in their Sunday solitude； thus keeping a closer oversight on the shiftlessness of his hands。 He was very religious 〃Religion and good manners； you know。〃 But had he not given thousands of dollars toward building the neighboring church？ A man of his fortune should not be submitted to the same obligations as ragamuffins！
During the Sunday lunch the young ladies were apt to make comments upon the persons and merits of the young men of the village and neighboring ranches； who had lingered at the church door in order to chat with them。
〃Don't fool yourselves； girls！〃 observed the father shrewdly。 〃You believe that they want you for your elegance； don't you？ 。 。 。 What those shameless fellows really want are the dollars of old Madariaga； and once they had them； they would probably give you a daily beating。〃
For a while the ranch received numerous visitors。 Some were young men of the neighborhood who arrived on spirited steeds； performing all kinds of tricks of fancy horsemanship。 They wanted to see Don Julio on the most absurd pretexts； and at the same time improved the opportunity to chat with Chicha and Luisa。 At other times they were youths from Buenos Aires asking for a lodging at the ranch； as they were just passing by。 Don Madariaga would growl
〃Another good…for…nothing scamp who comes in search of the Spanish ranchman！ If he doesn't move on soon 。 。 。 I'll kick him out！〃
But the suitor did not stand long on the order of his going； intimidated by the ominous silence of the Patron。 This silence； of late； had persisted in an alarming manner； in spite of the fact that the ranch was no longer receiving visitors。 Madariaga appeared abstracted； and all the family； including Desnoyers； respected and feared this taciturnity。 He ate； scowling； with lowered head。 Suddenly he would raise his eyes； looking at Chicha； then at Desnoyers； finally fixing them upon his wife as though asking her to give an account of things。
His Romantica simply did not exist for him。 The only notice that he ever took of her was to give an ironical snort when he happened to see her leaning at sunset against the doorway； looking at the reddening glowone elbow on the door frame and her cheek in her hand； in imitation of the posture of a certain white lady that she had seen in a chromo； awaiting the knight of her dreams。
Desnoyers had been five years in the house when one day he entered his master's private office with the brusque air of a timid person who has suddenly reached a decision。
〃Don Julio； I am going to leave and I would like our accounts settled。〃
Madariaga looked at him slyly。 〃Going to leave； eh？ 。 。 。 What for？〃 But in vain he repeated his questions。 The Frenchman was floundering through a series of incoherent explanations〃I'm going； I've got to go。〃
〃Ah； you thief； you false prophet！〃 shouted the ranchman in stentorian tones。
But Desnoyers did not quail before the insults。 He had often heard his Patron use these same words when holding somebody up to ridicule； or haggling