"I met her in the country and made a mistake in the town houses,"
Kirk floundered on. "I never knew till this morning that I was on
the wrong trail. It is all my fault. I thought the lady's name was
Torres."
"Eh? So you love one whom you do not know? Incredible!"
"It does sound a little fishy."
"And it is a grave affront to my friend. How will the senorita
understand?--she in whose breast is awakened already an answering
thrills?"
"I'm mighty sorry. If you wish, I'll apologize in person to Miss
Torres."
At this Herara cried out in horror; then, after a brief colloquy
with the father, he rose stiffly, saying: "I offer no words from
my friend. For the present he does not believe, nor do I.
Inquiries will be institute, of that be assured. If you have
deceived--if your intentions were not of the most honorable"--the
head of the Herara Business College glared in a horrible manner--
"you will have occasion to regret those foolish jokes."
Kirk tried to explain that his present regrets were ample for all
time, but, bowing formally, the visitors withdrew, leaving him to
revile anew the name of Allan Allan.
When the black boy returned, foot-sore but cheerful, his
appearance was the signal for an outburst that left him
disconsolate and bewildered.
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