“What does he want with José—this Sebastiano?” said Jovita, grumblingly.
“Who knows?” said Pepita.
“He wants something,” Jovita went on. “They don’t make friends with those beneath them for nothing, these fine ones. They all talk of you, these foolish fellows, and he has heard, and makes friends so that he can see you.”
“What do they say of me?” asked
Pepita, without deigning to look up.
“Men are all fools,” grumbled Jovita; “and they think girls are fools too. They say you have a pretty face; and he thinks he can make a fool of you if you are not one.”
“Does he?” said Pepita, with a dimpling cruel little smile. “Let him come to-morrow—to-night. Let him begin.”
“He will begin soon enough,” Jovita answered. “You will see. Be sure he does not play the old game with you as he did with Sarita.”
