"
"I do rebel sometimes. I protest, but it is only the American
blood in me."
"If you'd learn to know me a little bit, maybe you'd enjoy having
me around the house."
"But I cannot know you, any more than you can know me," she cried,
with a little gesture of despair at his dullness. "Don't you see--
before we could get acquainted nicely people would be talking?"
"Let's try. You're living at the country place again, aren't you?
Suppose I should get lost some day--tomorrow, for instance?"
"No, no! Listen. It is the warning bell, and we must return."
The crowd was filing into the theatre now. They fell in behind
Senor Garavel and Mrs. Cortlandt.
"I'm going hunting again tomorrow," prophesied Kirk, "and I'm
almost certain to lose my way-about three o'clock."
"You should take with you a guide."
"That's not a bad idea. I'd like to talk it over with you. Suppose
we have another stroll after the next act?"
"I shall be with my father. Never before have I enjoyed so much
liberty." She sighed gratefully.
"Oh, I detest your blamed, straitlaced Spanish customs," he cried,
hotly. "What do they amount to, anyhow? I love you. I do, I do-"
She laughed and darted to her father's side.
"Don't you think Miss Garavel is a pretty girl?" Mrs.
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