"What—when he keeps you out there on the piazza for two hours in perfect silence? I listened, you never spoke one word; he talked all the time to Garda himself."
"That—I suffered," said Torres, with dignity.
"Suffered? I should think so! Are you going to 'suffer' him to buy East Angels, too?"
"He may buy what he pleases. He cannot make himself a Spaniard."
"How do you know Garda cares so much for Spaniards?" said Manuel, gloomily. "I suppose you remember that the mother, after all, is a northerner?"
"I remember perfectly," replied the Cuban. "The señorita will always do—"
"What her mother wishes?" (Manuel was afraid of Mrs. Thorne.)
"—What she pleases," answered Torres, serenely.