"I know where Don Juan is, Señor. Yes; my father told me of his kindness. He will bring back from the estancia Doña Serafina."
"And Doña Dolores?"
Eulalia flung open her fan with a coquettish gesture, and raising it to her face, looked over the top of it at Philip.
"You know, then, Señor, what you know."
"Assuredly," replied the baronet, tickled at this delicate way of putting it. "I know that my friend wishes to marry your cousin."
"Ay de mi. It can never be."
"He is not rich enough."
"He is not a Spaniard. My father will never consent. And then," she dropped her voice, and looked round fearfully. "The Chalchuih Tlatonac!"
"I know about that also. But it has nothing to do with this marriage."
"It has everything to do with it. The Indians look on my cousin as one of themselves, and, if she married an Americano, she would leave the country. Then there would be no guardian of the stone, and their god would be angry."