"Señor," in grandiose manner, "I am a citizen of Mexico, an official of this household. No king and no one on the king's business is welcome where rules the republic of Mexico."
"Confound it, man! take my words to the señora. She will understand. I have no time for your heroics. Hurry up, I tell you!"
The other crossed his arms and looked disdainfully at the Captain.
"On the king's business, you say! On the king's business! Have you been asleep these many years and awakened only now? Have you——"
"Have done with your twaddle, man. I'll find somebody inside who will carry my word." He started along the porte-cochere to the front door.
"Stop! Stop! At your peril! Stay your feet, sir!"
"It's all right, Benito. I'll usher the señor to the reception room myself. Come, amigo, with me," broke in a soft voice now addressed to the Captain.
The petty official was all apologies and deep bows. The Captain paid no attention to him.
"Come, Captain, with me."
"I thank you, Señora Valentino."