“We will make it more amusing,” said Sebastiano, eagerly. “It shall be more amusing—”
“There is Jovita with her old woman now,” interrupted Pepita. “I will go and speak to them.”
She was gone the next instant—her movement was like the flight of a bird. Sebastiano stood and stared after her in silence until Juan addressed him respectfully.
“She is very wonderful,” he said. “She changes her mind before one knows. Just before you came she said she was amused, and wished to remain.”
“Perhaps,” began Sebastiano, much discomforted—“perhaps it was I—”
“Ah, senor,” said Juan, with great politeness, “never. It is said that she always does what she chooses, and she chooses to do a thousand things.”
“That is because she is so pretty,” said Isabella. “She is so much prettier than all the others, and she does not care.”
“A woman who is so pretty as that,” remarked Juan, sententiously, “need not care.”