"How charming—for the friends."
"And how delightful—for us poor women. I assure you, Señor, that I would not care to be shut up at all; neither would my cousin Dolores!"
"I have heard of Doña Dolores from Jack!"
Eulalia flashed a glance at him from her glorious dark eyes, bit the top of her fan, and made an irrelevant observation.
"My cousin admires fair people."
"And Don Juan is fair. Oh, never fear, Señora, I know all."
"All what, Don Filipe?"
"All about fair people!" replied Philip, skilfully, "though, for my part, I prefer dark ladies."
This last remark was too much even for the audacious coquetry of Eulalia, and she, glancing uneasily at her father, turned the conversation with a dexterity begotten by long practice.
"My aunt, Doña Serafina, is dark. She is our duenna, you know. I am sure you will find her very charming."