“Nine years have passed since Luis Santurce separated from his wife. During this time, he saw her more than once when she, in silk and tulle, flew past him in a smart carriage, like a suddenly flashing vision of beauty, or when he looked down from the area of the royal theater and saw her below in the box, surrounded by men, who vied with each other to whisper something in her ear, wanting to show off their closeness with her...” The work is given in the pre-reform alphabet.