"But all that happened so long ago, and what had I to do with it, anyhow?"
"Nothing, of course, but that is Granny's way. I verily believe if she knew a man named Adam she would accuse him of being partly responsible for the fall of mankind, because he happened to be named after the first Adam."
"Aunt Manning must be rather—rather peculiar," ventured Anita.
"She is rather, but she's an old dear for all that. It is only on certain subjects that she goes galloping off, and Spain is one of them."
"But I am half English," Anita went on, "and Drake belongs to me, too."
"So he does. You will have to remind her of that. I don't believe she will think of it unless you do. She is a person of one idea and ever since she had Cousin Katharine's letter she has been piling up evidence against Philip. You'd suppose she had a personal grievance against him, but it is only that she would rather get into a good hot argument than eat." Lillian laughed and showed her white, even teeth. Her mouth was rather too large, and was only attractive when she laughed. "Well, we must be getting back," she said as the others rose from the table.
"Aren't you going to stay and go with us?" inquired Anita.
"Why——" She hesitated and looked at Mrs. Beltrán.
"Do stay, Lillian. Stay and have lunch with us," urged Mrs. Beltrán, "then we can all go together. I am not sure that I could find the way to Primrose Cottage. Besides we want to see all we can of you while we are in the neighborhood. Will your grandmother care if you stay?"
"Oh, dear, no; not she. You're sure you won't mind the dogs? They are rather a nuisance sometimes."