“Oh, Mercedes, my beloved! how happy you make me!”
“Look here,” said George, groping in the dark; “Where are the magic baskets? I don't smell them.”
“I knew you wouldn't, that is why I came to find them.”
“Look here! if you follow a fellow like that, you'll get kissed,” said he, taking his wife in his arms, and covering her face with kisses.
“Stop, George, some one might pass who didn't know you are my husband.”
“That's so,” said he, desisting. “But the fact of the matter is, that I want to kiss you all the time, you are so pretty and such a sweet darling. Give me the basket, and let your hungry husband go before he eats you up.”
“Here they are. I'll carry the plates and knives.”
“Tano said something about boned turkey, a la espanola, stuffed with mashed almonds and ‘ajonjoli,’” said George, setting the baskets on a chair before Clarence; “and something about a ‘tortita de aceituna,’ with sweet marjoram, and I think we got them, to judge by their fragrance.”
“Shall I go and order more wine?” asked Clarence.
“Oh, no, no,” said Elvira, “this is plenty.”