After that, I--sort of neglected it. You see, I am more of a
Catholic than anything else."
"What we call a 'bad Catholic'?"
"Yes, sir. But if I were not, it wouldn't make any difference.
Chiquita is my religion." "Who?" The father started.
"I--I call her that," Kirk explained, in confusion. "To myself, of
course."
"Indeed! So do I," said Senor Garavel, dryly. For a moment he
frowned in meditation. There were many things to consider.
He felt a certain sympathy for this young man, with his
straightforwardness and artless brusquerie. Moreover, though the
banker was no great respecter of persons, the mention of Darwin K.
Anthony had impressed him. If Kirk were all that he seemed, he had
no doubt of the ultimate reconciliation of father and son. At all
events, it would do no harm to learn more of this extraordinary
suitor, and meanwhile he must treat him with respect while
carefully guarding his own dignity against possibly impertinent
advances.
"She has been promised to Ramon," he said, at last, "and I have
considered her future quite settled. Of course, such arrangements
are frequently altered for various causes, even at the last
moment, but--quien sabe?" He shrugged his shoulders. "She may not
wish to entertain your suit.
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