"Thrice did even the great Cæsar refuse a crown," he exclaimed.
"Listen to the lore of the traveler," laughed Peralta.
The other had just returned from a year at college in Honolulu. "The fourth offer I might accept," he said.
Lolita promptly placed the wreath on his head. "I crown you king of heartbreakers," but looking at Morando.
"I salute the king," proclaimed the Captain.
"Whom shall I crown queen of heart-breakers?" Lolita went on.
"Crown yourself," from her partner. "Señorita, the honor should be yours."
"Hush!" in pretended severity.
"All hearts fall before you," sweeping his arm toward the company. "Crown yourself; nay, I'll crown you."
He removed the garland from his own head and attempted to place it on Lolita's. She resisted. The señoritas and the gallants laughed and cheered loudly. Finally she took it from his hand and held it aloft.