"Where are we going?" she asked after a pause.
"To the Casa Sarrion," was the reply.
"Is it open, after all these years?"
"Yes," answered Sarrion.
"But why?"
"For you," answered Sarrion.
Juanita turned and looked out of the window, with bright and thoughtful eyes. She asked no more questions and they drove to the Palacio Sarrion in silence.
There they found Cousin Peligros awaiting them.
Cousin Peligros was a Sarrion and seemed in some indefinite way to consider that in so being and so existing she placed the world under an obligation. That she considered the world bound, in return for the honour she conferred upon it, to support her in comfort and deference was a patent fact hardly worth putting into words.
"The old families," she was in the habit of saying with a sigh, "are dying out."