"Oh," he exclaimed at a rush, "my name is Lumsden—Jack Lumsden."
"Ah! an English name, is it not? Then you are not a Spaniard. And yet you speak—just like one of ourselves."
Jack's reply was half-apologetic.
"Oh, well, I had a good deal of practice as a child. I used to live in Spain."
"And now?"
"Now—I'm in the army—the English army—lieutenant in the 95th regiment."
"Lieutenant?—May I congratulate you?"
"Congratulate me!" repeated Jack in some surprise.
"Yes; is it not permitted? Among us it is quite the custom to congratulate a friend on his promotion."
"Certainly, Señorita—" began Jack, wondering still more; but before he could collect himself the girl continued, with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes: