Jack and Philip were much gratified by these marks of attention; but Peter, being left out in the cold, was inclined to be cross.
"They might vow a candle or so to San Pedro," he grumbled, "seeing the whole Church of Rome is under his care."
"Offer him some beetles, Peter," said Jack, in the little doctor's ear; but the suggestion was not received favourably by the entomologist.
Having wept and cried over Dolores to their hearts' content, the ladies proceeded to lead her away to resume her own dress; but before doing so, both aunt and niece flung themselves on Jack's neck, and embraced him with fervour. Duval did not mind a kiss from Eulalia, but he objected to the aunt. Nevertheless, as he had to take the bitter with the sweet, he passively submitted to be made much of.
"Caro, Señor! You are an angel from heaven," cried Serafina, with fervour.
"As valiant as the Cid," said Eulalia, kissing Jack's bronzed cheek.
"We will pray for you to the saints."
"Your face shall be in my soul!"
This last remark came from Eulalia, whereat Philip winced. Seeing this, Jack brought the duet to a speedy end.
"I am your servant, Señoritas! What I have done is nothing, and thanks are rather due to Cocom than to me."