After the questions and answers proper to the occasion had been interchanged Don Cayetano said: 

“I have already looked at the books.  I am very sorry that you did not bring me the edition of 1527.  I shall have to make a journey to Madrid myself.  Are you going to remain with us long?  The longer the better, my dear Pepe.  How glad I am to have you here!  Between us both we will arrange a part of my library and make an index of the writers on the Art of Horsemanship.  It is not always one has at hand a man of your talents.  You shall see my library.  You can take your fill of reading there—­as often as you like.  You will see marvels, real marvels, inestimable treasures, rare works that no one but myself has a copy of.  But I think it must be time for dinner, is it not, Jose?  Is it not, Perfecta?  Is it not, Rosarito?  Is it not, Senor Don Inocencio?  To-day you are doubly a Penitentiary—­I mean because you will accompany us in doing penance.”

The canon bowed and smiled, manifesting his pleased acquiescence.  The dinner was substantial, and in all the dishes there was noticeable the excessive abundance of country banquets, realized at the expense of variety.  There was enough to surfeit twice as many persons as sat down to table.  The conversation turned on various subjects.

“You must visit our cathedral as soon as possible,” said the canon.  “There are few cathedrals like ours, Senor Don Jose!  But of course you, who have seen so many wonders in foreign countries, will find nothing remarkable in our old church.  We poor provincials of Orbajosa, however, think it divine.  Master Lopez of Berganza, one of the prebendaries of the cathedral, called it in the sixteenth century pulchra augustissima.  But perhaps for a man of your learning it would possess no merit, and some market constructed of iron would seem more beautiful.”

The ironical remarks of the wily canon annoyed Pepe Rey more and more every moment, but, determined to control himself and to conceal his anger, he answered only with vague words.  Dona Perfecta then took up the theme and said playfully: 

“Take care, Pepito; I warn you that if you speak ill of our holy church we shall cease to be friends.  You know a great deal, you are a man eminent for your knowledge on every subject, but if you are going to discover that that grand edifice is not the eighth wonder of the world you will do well to keep your knowledge to yourself and leave us in our ignorance.”

“Far from thinking that the building is not handsome,” responded Pepe, “the little I have seen of its exterior has seemed to me of imposing beauty.  So there is no need for you to be alarmed, aunt.  And I am very far from being a savant.”

“Softly; softly,” said the canon, extending his hand and giving his mouth a truce from eating in order to talk.  “Stop there—­don’t come now pretending modesty, Senor Don Jose; we are too well aware of your great merit, of the high reputation you enjoy and the important part you play wherever you are, for that.  Men like you are not to be met with every day.  But now that I have extolled your merits in this way——­”