"Señor?"
"I say, what do you do here? Are you house-keeper?"
"Señor, I am maid—to the lady prisoners—an' other things—to servar and attendar."
"Prisoners, eh? Do they have many of them here?"
"Oh—sometime," said Rita, with a laugh; "ladies and gen'l'ms."
Russell looked at her with a benignant smile.
"Well, Rita, all that I can say is, it's a pity that such a pretty woman as you cannot have some better fortune than this."
Rita laughed.
"Ah, señor, you a flattera!"
"Oh no. I'm a plain, blunt, bluff, honest John Bull. But the fact is, you are very pretty, Rita, my dear!"