"Be careful of wrinkles! See, Garabato, I don't want to wear sacks," and standing before the looking-glass, endeavouring to see both back and front, he bent down and passed his hands over his legs smoothing out the wrinkles for himself.
"By the life of the blue dove! To think of the father of a family mixing himself up in such ugly doings!... What will Carmen and the Se?ora Angustias say of me when they come to hear of it?"
In order to establish his identity, he would take off his cap, letting the pigtail fall down behind, the long lock of hair which as a rule he wore rolled up on the top of his head.
As she saw Gallardo pushing his horse through the ranks of people, between waving hats and outstretched hands, she smiled cordially.