“Do you hear what the lady says?” said Cartwright, speaking in Spanish. “She does not desire your acquaintance.”
“My father owns this theatre,” said the young man loudly.
“Then he’s got a rotten property,” replied the calm Cartwright.
The Spaniard turned in a rage to his soiled satellite.
“You will put this man out at once, Jose, or there will be trouble for you.”
The little man shrugged his helplessness.
“Sir,” he said in English, “you see my unhappy position. The señor is the son of my proprietor and it will be bad for me if you stay. I ask you as a friend and caballero to go at once and spare me misfortune.”
Cartwright looked at the girl.
“Must you go on again in this infernal place?” he asked.
She nodded, laughter and admiration in her eyes.