"Dolores," Robledo turned toward her impatiently. "Did you not know I had come?"
"Oh, it's you?" and there was a scornful sniff from the girl.
"Well, well, can't you say you're glad to see me?"
The jade was hard to impress, where others showed abjection before the terrorist.
"I can, but I won't. Where's my father?"
"Never mind your father—I want to talk to you."
"Is it so, Señor Robledo? Well, you won't in that tone."
He intercepted her in the center of the room, catching her wrist and turning her about to face him.
"What do you want to say to me?"
"You little devil!... Come here, don't try to get away." The girl was tugging to release herself. "What's come over you these days? You are about as fond and sweet-tempered as a tigress. Anyone would think that you didn't care for me at all. What have I done, Dolores?"