Eve shook her head and looked at her uncle.
“No,” she answered; “I cannot do that. Not now.”
“Some day?” he suggested.
“Not now,” repeated the girl; and, looking up, her face suddenly became grave, as if reflecting the expression in the dark Spanish eyes bent upon her.
“You are cruel!” he said.
“I am young--”
“Is it not the same thing?”
“And I can work,” added Eve.
“Yes,” he said. “But in my old-fashioned way I am prejudiced against a lady working. In the days of women’s rights ladies are apt to forget the charm of white hands.”
Eve made no answer.