She shook her head.
"You have neglected me."
"I regret to notice," said I, "that my neglect has in no way impaired your health."
Olivia laughed. She had a taking laugh, and the blood mounted very prettily into her cheeks.
"I could hardly be ill," she said. "I had a letter to-day."
"Lucky man to write you letters," said I. "Let me read it, Señorita."
She drew back swiftly and her hand went to her bosom.
"Oh, it is there!" said I.
Again she laughed, but this time with a certain shyness, and the colour deepened on her cheeks.
"He sails to-day," said she.