Torres beamed. They combined to
radiate a gentle effulgence which was most disquieting. "It is
indeed pleasing to encounter a gentleman so truly modest, so
possessed of delicacy; but I may say that Senor Torres is look
with favor upon your suit. Of course"--he checked Kirk's hasty
words--"it is not completely settle, by no means; the young lady
is but partly won. However"--he winked one black eye reassuringly--
"as friend of the family I bid you not to permit discouragement
and despair."
Anthony broke out in desperation: "Hold on! Let me explain!
There's been an awful mistake."
"Mistake?" The tone was blandly incredulous.
"Yes. I'm not in love with Miss Torres."
Professor Jesus Herara stared at the speaker as if his mastery of
the English language was, after all, incomplete. Torres, seeing
that he was missing something, interpolated a smiling inquiry;
then, as his interpreter made the situation clear, his honeyed
smile froze, his sparkling eyes opened in bewilderment. He stared
about the room again, as if doubting that he had come to the right
place.
"There's really a mistake," Kirk persisted. "I don't even know
Miss Torres."
"Ah! Now I understand." The Professor was intensely relieved. "It
is precisely for that purpose we arrived.
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