Angela was the first to file into the room. Uncle Henry glanced at her. "What are you going to do about her?" he asked.
Lopez looked around, "Her?" he said.
"Her!" repeated Uncle Henry.
"What 'as her to do wiz it?" the bandit inquired.
"Why, she wants to marry him," Uncle Henry revealed, pointing to his nephew. "That's what started the whole jamboree."
Lopez looked astonished. "So?" he said.
"Uh—huh!"
The bandit glanced at Gilbert. "But 'e does not love 'er," he said, nodding toward Angela.
"Certainly not!" Gilbert was instantly saying, and glared at his uncle. The latter, as usual, plunged straight ahead, as the others now gathered about the room. "He," meaning "Red," "loves her. He," he nodded toward his nephew, "loves her," pointing to Lucia Pell. "And she loves him," nodding back to Gilbert.
"Shut up! How many times must I tell you to—"