“I lib for Cowes one–time, senora,” he murmured, “an’ I see somet’ing dere dat I tell you if you not vexed.”
“Why should I be vexed?” she said, smiling at the odd expressions, though she was quite conversant with the lingua franca of the coast.
“You ‘member dem Captain Warden?”
“Of course I do.”
“An’ you keep secret dem t’ing I tell you?”
“Where Captain Warden’s affairs are concerned, I shall certainly not discuss him or them.”
Figuero paid no heed to the intentional snub.
“You understan’ better w’en I tole you dem secret. You promise not speak ‘im any one?”
“Well—yes.”