“That is his idea of an Englishman,” Josette explained. “He is very stupid.”
“Oh I don’t think so,” said Graham; “he has never been to England. A great many English people who have never been to Spain are under the impression that all Spaniards smell of garlic.”
Mathis giggled.
José half rose in his chair. “Do you intend to be insulting?” he demanded.
“Not at all. I was merely pointing out that these misconceptions exist. You, for instance, do not smell of garlic at all.”
José subsided into his chair again. “I am glad to hear you say so,” he said ominously. “If I thought …”
“Ah! Be silent!” Josette broke in. “You make yourself look a fool.”
To Graham’s relief the subject was disposed of by the entrance of Mr. Kuvetli. He was beaming happily.
“I come,” he said to Graham, “to ask you to have drink with me.”
“That’s very good of you but I’ve just ordered a drink. Supposing you have one with me.”