1:27:03
The footwarmer is just right
1:27:06
My ears were frozen as I was
coming here
1:27:10
I scarcely set foot in the café now,
so few of my generation are left
1:27:17
Don't give up, Don Lope
1:27:20
It can't be helped. My heart
is not what it was
1:27:27
And the fistula...
1:27:29
Unfounded fear. You coddle yourself
too much, Don Lope
1:27:33
Excuse me, I forgot my tablets
1:27:44
He's going downhill
1:27:58
My memory gets worse every day
1:28:04
Pass me the milk
1:28:08
What an aroma! Those who have to
put up with tea should be pitied
1:28:13
I quite agree
1:28:15
Saturna is a great cook. How thick
and creamy it is
1:28:19
True, there aren't many like her
1:28:24
If Don Lope wasn't kind enough
to invite me here occasionally...
1:28:31
Maybe he's offended out of pique,
Don Ambrosio
1:28:36
Señor Arcediano is speaking of a small
inheritance my parents left me
1:28:39
Small? I'd be content with half
1:28:43
Why, isn't your salary sufficient?
1:28:46
I get less than a bricklayer, and you
know how many I have to support
1:28:55
Let's not complain, otherwise Don Lope
will suspect our motives