"Quite a lot."
"How do you like the people down there?"
"Well, you know that about two-thirds of the country's population consists of Indians. They are the descendants of the once mighty Aztecs, but there is nothing very warlike about the most of them. They seem crushed, poverty-stricken, and sad. They labor like slaves for a mere pittance when they work at all, and their condition is truly pitiful."
"But the progressive citizens, the ruling class—what do you think of them?"
"I have met some very pleasant people among them."
"I know a fellow from the City of Mexico."
"Do you?"
"Yes; he's here in New York now. His father sent him here to learn something about our ways of doing business. He seems like a pretty fine fellow, too. I invited him out for dinner to-day, but I'm not sure he will come. He knows he's welcome to drop in any time."
"What's his name?"
"Carlos Mendoza. His father is a great gun down in Mexico."