He did not offer to kiss her. She was too proud to take up woman's usual refrain. She put on her hat, and they left the hotel, and walked toward the town.
"I believe the cemetery comes first," she said. "I have made inquiries. We can see the town from there, and go on afterward—if you like."
"Of course I like. How good of you to wait for me! I know you have been longing for the town which I am convinced is a part of your very personality."
"Yes, I have been longing. I don't care much about it this morning."
"Which of your heroines is buried in the cemetery?"
"Benicia Ortega, La Tulita, and some of aunt's old friends."
"You must certainly write those old stories. I often think of them."
"Nothing that you say this morning sounds like the truth."
"My dear girl! I am dull and stupid after a sleepless night. And the night after you left I sat up until two in the morning writing important letters."
"I think it was disloyal of Helena."