Cortlandt
questioned, as they strolled toward their box.
"She's a dream." Anthony's tone left nothing unsaid.
"You got along together capitally. Most of the senoritas are
impossible."
"By the way, what is her name?"
"Gertrudis. Rather pleasing, I think."
Kirk thought so, too. In fact, it pleased him so greatly that he
thought of nothing else during the entire second act of "La
Tosca." It was even sweeter than the music of her hesitating
accent.
When, after an age, the curtain fell for a second time, he escaped
from his companions, mumbling some excuse or other, and made haste
to find her again. But as he approached he felt a sudden pang of
jealous rage.
Ramon Alfarez was beside her, and the two were chatting with an
appearance of intimacy that made him furious. Close at hand stood
Garavel, deep in conversation with Colonel Jolson.
"Ah, Ramon, I wish you to meet Mr. Anthony," said Gertrudis. "So!
You have met before?"
"In Colon," Kirk explained, while Alfarez scorched him with his
eyes. "Mr. Alfarez was very hospitable to me."
"Yes," the Spaniard exclaimed. "It is my great regret that Senor
Ant'ony did not remain for longer."
"Ramon is with the President's party this evening. He is Senor
Galleo's Secretary, you know.
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