There was no applause.

The gypsy came running along the barrera toward Manuel, taking the applause of the crowd.

There was another roar from the arena and then applause, prolonged applause, going on and on.

Manuel stood up and, the muleta in his left hand, the sword in his right, acknowledged the applause from the dark plaza.

“⁠—the aged Manolo rated no applause for a vulgar series of lances with the cape and we entered the third of the palings.”

El Heraldo’s second-string critic, drawing on his cigarette, his eyes on the bull, wrote: “the veteran Manolo designed a series of acceptable veronicas, ending in a very Belmontistic recorte that earned applause from the regulars, and we entered the tercio of the cavalry.”