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CHAPTER XLII 196<br />
Doña Victorina was attired in a loose silk gown embroidered with flowers and a hat with a huge parrot<br />
half-crushed between blue and red ribbons. <strong>The</strong> dust of the road mingled with the rice-powder on her cheeks<br />
seemed to accentuate her wrinkles. As at the time we saw her in Manila, she now supported her lame husband<br />
on her arm.<br />
"I have the pleasure of introducing to you our cousin, Don Alfonso Linares de Espadaña," said Doña<br />
Victorina, indicating their young companion. "<strong>The</strong> gentleman is a godson of a relative of Padre Damaso's and<br />
has been private secretary to all the ministers."<br />
<strong>The</strong> young man bowed politely and Capitan Tiago came very near to kissing his hand.<br />
While their numerous trunks and traveling-bags are being carried in and Capitan Tiago is conducting them to<br />
their rooms, let us talk a little of this couple whose acquaintance we made slightly in the first chapters.<br />
Doña Victorina was a lady of forty and five winters, which were equivalent to thirty and two summers<br />
according to her arithmetical calculations. She had been beautiful in her youth, having had, as she used to say,<br />
'good flesh,' but in the ecstasies of contemplating herself she had looked with disdain on her many Filipino<br />
admirers, since her aspirations were toward another race. She had refused to bestow on any one her little white<br />
hand, not indeed from distrust, for not a few times had she given jewelry and gems of great value to various<br />
foreign and Spanish adventurers. Six months before the time of our story she had seen realized her most<br />
beautiful dream,--the dream of her whole life,--for which she might scorn the fond illusions of her youth and<br />
even the promises of love that Capitan Tiago had in other days whispered in her ear or sung in some serenade.<br />
Late, it is true, had the dream been realized, but Doña Victorina, who, although she spoke the language badly,<br />
was more Spanish than Augustina of Saragossa, [115] understood the proverb, "Better late than never," and<br />
found consolation in repeating it to herself. "Absolute happiness does not exist on earth," was another favorite<br />
proverb of hers, but she never used both together before other persons.<br />
Having passed her first, second, third, and fourth youth in casting her nets in the sea of the world for the<br />
object of her vigils, she had been compelled at last to content herself with what fate was willing to apportion<br />
her. Had the poor woman been only thirty and one instead of thirty and two summers--the difference<br />
according to her mode of reckoning was great--she would have restored to Destiny the award it offered her to<br />
wait for another more suited to her taste, but since man proposes and necessity disposes, she saw herself<br />
obliged in her great need for a husband to content herself with a poor fellow who had been cast out from<br />
Estremadura [116] and who, after wandering about the world for six or seven years like a modern Ulysses,<br />
had at last found on the island of Luzon hospitality and a withered Calypso for his better half. This unhappy<br />
mortal, <strong>by</strong> name Tiburcio Espadaña, was only thirty-five years of age and looked like an old man, yet he was,<br />
nevertheless, younger than Doña Victorina, who was only thirty-two. <strong>The</strong> reason for this is easy to understand<br />
but dangerous to state.<br />
Don Tiburcio had come to the Philippines as a petty official in the Customs, but such had been his bad luck<br />
that, besides suffering severely from seasickness and breaking a leg during the voyage, he had been dismissed<br />
within a fortnight, just at the time when he found himself without a cuarto. After his rough experience on the<br />
sea he did not care to return to Spain without having made his fortune, so he decided to devote himself to<br />
something. Spanish pride forbade him to engage in manual labor, although the poor fellow would gladly have<br />
done any kind of work in order to earn an honest living. But the prestige of the Spaniards would not have<br />
allowed it, even though this prestige did not protect him from want.<br />
At first he had lived at the expense of some of his countrymen, but in his honesty the bread tasted bitter, so<br />
instead of getting fat he grew thin. Since he had neither learning nor money nor recommendations he was<br />
advised <strong>by</strong> his countrymen, who wished to get rid of him, to go to the provinces and pass himself off as a<br />
doctor of medicine. He refused at first, for he had learned nothing during the short period that he had spent as<br />
an attendant in a hospital, his duties there having been to dust off the benches and light the fires. But as his