"Because she won't leave us alone," retorted Pat. "Why the deuce should she come with us to spoil sport?"
"Two young men and only one girl isn't sport!"
"Oh begad! we'd have tossed for her, and the loser could have made himself scarce."
They then went to the Capuchin Convent and saw the dried monks, looking grim and ghastly enough in the dim light of candles carried by their living brethren. Pat's comment on their appearance was original.
"They look like Bombay duck," he said, alluding to the dried fish usually eaten with curry. "I don't think I'll touch any more of it."
Kate Lester laughed.
"You are amusing, but irreligious," she said, turning away.
"Irreligious, certainly," observed Virtue, in the person of Mrs. Pellypop; "but amusing, no."
"I don't think the old thing's got much sense of humour," whispered Pat to Ronald as they went up again into the light of day.
"Well, if no one else laughs at your jokes, Pat, you always do yourself," retorted the Australian consolingly. "But come along, we'll go to the Barraca and see the view."