"Ah," said Greg.
"Perhaps you never heard of Managuay?"
"Oh, yes," said Greg feeling his way, as he had once done with another young man from Managuay. "I once met some charming ladies from Managuay. Perhaps you know them. Señorita de Socotra and her mother."
The young man received the information with polite unconcern. "I know of them of course. They are grand people at home. But I don't move in such circles."
"And there was a Señorita Guiterrez with them," continued Greg.
"Oh, everybody knows her," was the indifferent comment.
"The father interested me," Greg persisted. "Señor Francisco de Socotra——" here the young man's eyes gleamed, but Greg could not be sure with what kind of feeling. "Very handsome man," Greg went on, "do you know him?"
"I know him," the young man said curtly.
Greg was still baffled. "What do you think of him?" he asked direct.
The young man's eyes positively blazed. "I prefer not to say," he replied setting his jaw. "It wouldn't be polite."