"Honor me, madama, and let us hear of the girl who is an exception."
"Bravo! The exceptions are always of interest. Don Keith is forever a reproach to the rest of us; he has no vices."
"Or conceals them better!" put in Rafael, with a touch of malice.
"You are to be unmasked, señor," murmured Dolores, with lenient eyes.
Bryton glanced at his watch and then with impatience at his sister-in-law.
"I have not the slightest idea of the lady's meaning," he said, coldly; "and if you want to make an early start for the hot springs—"
Mrs. Bryton shut her teeth together with a little click, at his palpable ignoring of herself.
"Oh—short memory of man!" she said, chidingly; "He has forgotten in a year!"
"A year?" Bryton stared at her with a puzzled frown, and a slight motion of his hand toward the door. That, with its little suggestion of authority, decided her.
"I shall tell it," she announced. "How many of you believe in love at first sight?"