“But in the name of the Lord, why?”
“Becaus’ I tell to heem that if once more he lay on me hees black an’ dirty han’s I go to you for help. Ah, Maria, hees han’s—ah, Manuelo, Manuelo!”
“Daisy—Daisy, this is all simply too good to be true; no, honestly, I’m wrenching my mind out of its socket trying to believe you. You’ll swear he said that he’d kill me? But why? Why?”
“Becaus’ ovair me he ees gone crezzy.” The tear-sodden whisper was charged with mournful pride. “Ovair me he ees gone crezzy mad. He tell to me that he marry with me—that the jewels from hees las’ two wive he give to me for prezzens——”
The Honourable Tony yielded to another gale of delighted mirth.
“Well, upon my word, you couldn’t ask for anything fairer than that! Why not accept?”
“Hush—hush—more still! You have forgot Manuelo?”
“To be entirely candid, my child, I had forgot Manuelo. It’s delightful to know that you haven’t, however! Well, but then how in the world did you get here?”
“I have jump out from a window.”
“From a—— Daisy, you’re making this up!”