That would put her on her
mettle; for now all her friends and foes scattered about the ground
would suspend their work to listen with all their ears; and the
contest of words growing louder and fiercer would last until the
combatants were both exhausted and unable to invent any more new and
horrible expressions of opprobrium to hurl at each other. Then the
insulted young gentleman would kick the garment away in a fury and
hurling the unfinished cigarette in his adversary's face would walk
off with his nose in the air.
I laugh to recall these unseemly word-battles on the beach, but they
were shocking to me when I first heard them as a small, innocent-
minded boy, and it only made the case worse when I was assured that
the young gentleman was only acting a part, that the extreme anger he
exhibited, which might have served as an excuse for using such
language, was all pretence.
Another favourite pastime of these same idle, rich young gentlemen
offended me as much as the one I have related. The night-watchmen,
called _Serenos,_ of that time interested me in an extraordinary way.
When night came it appeared that the fierce policemen, with their
swords and brass buttons, were no longer needed to safeguard the
people, and their place in the streets was taken by a quaint, frowsy-
looking body of men, mostly old, some almost decrepit, wearing big
cloaks and carrying staffs and heavy iron lanterns with a tallow
candle alight inside.
