“Oh, damn them! Won’t they undo? Haven’t you any scissors?”
“That young Dundas seemed to enjoy himself,” said the Doña.
No answer.
Then the hooks yielded at last to the leverage of the nail-scissors, and Concha kissed the Doña and Teresa and went back to her own room.
The Doña sat on.
“Do you think he is attracted by Concha?”
“Who?”
“That young Dundas.”
“I really don’t know ... do you want him to be?”