“Three whole weeks ago,” muses Ashley, as he draws the blushing face to his and kisses it.
“Do you know, I have been insanely jealous of your friend Don Carlos all along,” confesses Jack, after a long, happy silence, during which the pair quite forget the volante driver.
“Jealous of Don Carlos? Oh!” cries Juanita, bursting into merry laughter.
“I admit it is highly humorous, in the light of recent developments,” says Jack, who sees nothing to laugh at in his remark. “What is there so amusing in it all?”
“Oh, you dear, foolish Jack,” exclaims the girl, throwing her arms around his neck. “To be jealous of Don Carlos! Why, Don Carlos is a girl.”
“I am aware that, to the public gaze, Don Carlos is at present a young lady,” returns Ashley, loftily, “but you must remember that I knew Don Carlos before he exchanged his customary attire for his present feminine toggery.”
“Oh, how superiorily wise you look,” banters Juanita. “But I tell you that Don Carlos has always been, is now and always will be a girl!”
“What!”
“And you never suspected it—you who are so penetrating?” mocks the young lady.
But Jack makes no reply. His mind is attempting to digest this surprising bit of information. Then a light begins to break upon him.