Mi amigo no encontró lo que buscaba, y según yo llegué a presumir, consistió en que no buscaba nada, que es precisamente lo mismo que a otros muchos les acontece. Algunas madres, sí, buscaban a sus hijas, y algunos maridos a sus mujeres, pero ni una sola hija buscaba a su madre, ni una sola mujer a su marido. Acaso—decían,—se habrán quedado dormidas entre la confusión en alguna pieza... Es posible—decía yo para mí,—pero no es probable.
Una máscara vino disparada hacia mí.
—¿Eres tú?—me preguntó misteriosamente.
—Yo soy—le respondí seguro de no mentir.
—Conocí el dominó; pero esta noche es imposible; Paquita está ahí; mas el marido se ha empeñado en venir; no sabemos por dónde diantres ha encontrado billetes. ¡Lástima grande! ¡mira tú qué ocasión! Te hemos visto, y no atreviéndose a hablarte ella misma, me envía para decirte que mañana sin falta os veréis en la Sartén... Dominó encarnado y lazos blancos...
—Bien.
—¿Estás?
—No faltaré.
—¿Y tu mujer, hombre?—le decía a un ente rarísimo que se había vestido todo de cuernecitos de abundancia, un dominó negro que llevaba otro igual del brazo.
—Durmiendo estará ahora; por más que he hecho, no he podido decidirla a que venga; no hay otra más enemiga de diversiones.
—Así descansas tú en su virtud; ¿piensas estar aquí toda la noche?
—No, hasta las cuatro.
—Haces bien.
En esto se había alejado el de los cuernecillos, y entreoí estas palabras:
—Nada ha sospechado.
—¿Cómo era posible? Si salí una hora después que él...
—¿A las cuatro ha dicho?
—Sí.
—Tenemos tiempo. ¿Estás segura de la criada?
—No hay cuidado alguno, porque...
Una oleada cortó el hilo de mi curiosidad; las demás palabras del diálogo se confundieron con las repetidas voces de: ¿me conoces? te conozco, etcétera, etc.
¿Pues no parecía estrella mía haber traído esta noche un dominó igual al de todos los amantes, más feliz, por cierto, que Quevedo, que se parecía de noche a cuantos esperaban para pegarles?
—¡Chis! ¡chis! Por fin te encontré—me dijo otra máscara esbelta, asiéndome del brazo, y con su voz tierna y agitada por la esperanza satisfecha. ¿Hace mucho que me buscabas?
—No por cierto, porque no esperaba encontrarte. | My friend didn’t find what he was looking for, and the reason for this, as I came to suppose, was that he wasn’t really looking for anything, which is exactly what happens to a lot of other people. Some mothers, it is true, were looking for their daughters, and some husbands were looking for their wives, but not one single daughter was looking for her mother, nor one single wife for her husband. Maybe, or so people were saying, they had fallen asleep in the confusion during one of the performances…“Well, I suppose it’s possible,” I said to myself, “possible, but not very probable.” A mask shot towards me. “Is it you?” it asked me mysteriously. “Yes, it’s me.” I answered, sure that I wasn’t lying. “I recognised your domino; but tonight’s impossible; Paquita's over there; but the old man insisted on coming; we don’t have a shimmer where the devil he got the tickets. It’s such a shame! What bad luck! We saw you, and not daring to come and talk to you herself, she sent me to tell you that you can meet tomorrow, without fail, at ‘La Sartén’…She’ll be wearing a red domino and white bows…” “Alright.” “Will you be there?” “Without fail.” “And what about your wife, old boy?” a black domino, who was arm in arm with another wearing an identical domino, said to a very queer creature all dressed up in little horns of plenty. “She’ll be sleeping by now. As much as I tried, I couldn’t get her to come; there is no woman more averse to having fun.” “Well, like that, you can rest in her virtue. Are you thinking of staying all night?” “No, until four.” “Yes, you’re very wise.” By this time, the man with the little horns had moved away, and I overheard the following words, “He didn’t suspect a thing.” “How is it possible? I came out an hour after he did…” “Did he say at four o’clock?” “Yes.” “We’ve got time. Can you trust the maid?” “Oh, there’s nothing to worry about on that score, because…” A surge of people severed the thread of my curiosity, and the remaining words of the dialogue became confused with voices constantly repeating, “Do you know who I am? I know who you are,” etc. Well, did it not appear that the stars were shining upon me that night, just by wearing a domino that was exactly the same as that of all the lovers; I was certainly more felicitous than Quevedo, who, masked in the cloak of night, appeared to whoever was waiting, in order to hit them? “Psst! Psst! Oh, I’ve found you at last,” another slender mask said to me, taking me by the arm, and in a voice tender and excited with expectation satisfied. “Have you been looking for me long?” “Well, no, actually, because I wasn’t really expecting to find you.” |