"Well, I went again to San Jago, last year----"
"Your third visit to South America since our marriage."
"Yes," said Jim, sullenly; "an' I met Lola--I mean Señorita Fajardo."
"Oh, don't apologise. Lola is a pretty name."
"An' she's a pretty woman, an' I'm flesh an' blood," cried Jim, getting up to work himself into a rage. "I met her durin' my second visit, an' went again to the estancia on my third. It was no use luggin' a title round, for these mouldy hotel-keepers always make a chap pay for havin' a handle to his name, so I called myself Berring--James Berring."
"James Berring, bachelor."
"Bachelor, certainly. I haven't married her, and if Askew says I have, he's a liar."
"And assuredly a marplot," said Leah, dryly, "since he has exploded your romance. I understood from him that this lady loves you."
"So she does."
"And you love her?"