"Was the accident serious?" solicitude in his voice.
"Not serious, but painful."
"If you announce that Captain Farquharson would like words with her, I am sure she will not feel herself disturbed. It is really of great importance that I see her."
"What is it, querida?" asked Señora Calderon, coming to the outer hall.
"A señor caller to see Señora Valentino, mamita."
"She is nearly dropping for sleep, señor, as are we all. Besides, her hand is wounded."
"I saw your horse, Captain Farquharson, from my window, between winks. I had thought to catch an hour's sleep before you came. I am glad you are so prompt, though." Señora Valentino stood in the doorway. Then to Señora Calderon and her daughter, she said, "Friends, I made an engagement to speak with the señor caballero this morning."
"Pardon, señora. Pardon, señor," from the Calderons together. "We leave you."
"Well?" from Farquharson, when the others were gone.
"You have said it," Señora Valentino replied. "It is well."