"That was unfortunate—for me. I presume it looked like an appointment. It was an accident, Juanita. It's all over between Mrs. Morton and Gregory Carker."
But the girl remembered how she had seen them standing there looking into each other's eyes, while the woman's arm was on Carker's shoulder.
"Wait, señor!" she panted. "Many time I have been told all the Americans are deceivers. I know what I see with my eyes. Juanita ees no longer a child."
"Oh, won't you listen? Won't you take my word?"
"I weel not leesten now," she declared. "Some time when you prove to me that you no longer care for her, maybe I weel leesten. I must have the proof, señor."
"I'll prove it somehow!" vowed Carker.