The girl made a grimace of horror.
"Never!" she cried. "Everybody knows me there!"
"Well then, let's go to Moran's."
"Worse still! I'd be sure to run into some friend or other."
"How about Viña P?"
"I should say not! I don't dare." Then with cruel frankness she added: "Do you know why I don't dare? The women there look down on girls like me. And if any of my friends—they're all serious men—should see me with you, there, they'd call me flighty. They'd think me mad."
Enrique understood but little. He vaguely felt, however, that all this held some kind of humiliation for him. Suddenly, like one who clutches at a saving idea, Alicia exclaimed:
"What time is it?"
"Quarter past one."
"Well then, see here. Let's go to Las Ventas, or La Bombilla. The same carriage that takes us out can bring us back."