"Maximina!"
Instantly the little wife appeared.
"Enrique has come to ask you to be _madrina_ at his wedding. Will you
accept his invitation?"
"Oh! and so you are to be married, are you? Then I think that I should
be very much pleased to be _madrina_."
Enrique's face lighted up as though at that instant he had seen a
procession of all the angels, archangels, thrones, and dominions of
Heaven; but suddenly growing serious, he replied, a little stiffly:--
"No, Maximina, it is impossible for you to be _madrina_. People of your
station will not be present at my wedding."