“It may not be necessary,” she said, as she came back, sat down and took the hand which she had released; “for though some of the servants may be in the next room, or in the hall outside, none can hear what we say. It will do no harm, however, to be certain. If you could have your wish you would be in Zalapata tonight?”
“Most assuredly I should.”
“Because the Major is there, but if he chanced to be away, your situation would be no better than at Atlamalco.”
“I am certain it would be a thousand-fold better.”
“I am afraid, dear friend from the North, that I see some things clearer than you; General Bambos is just as much infatuated with your loveliness as General Yozarro.”
“But he has a wife and family!” was the horrified exclamation of Miss Starland.
“That makes not the slightest difference to him.”
An expression of unutterable scorn darkened the face of the American.
“Impossible as it seems, Manuela, I must believe you. How can you live here?” she asked with impulsive disgust; “you cannot trust any man in this country.”
“Ah, my dear Warrenia, they are not all alike; I certainly know one who is different from the two we have been talking about.”