“Why not, pray? Clarence told me to call soon.”
“Yes, but he supposed you would have the good taste to wait at least two or three days.”
“Three days! Three days! Not if I am alive!”
“What is that about being alive?” asked Rosario.
“Let him tell you,” Mercedes replied.
“That I am going to see that sweet little Alice Darrell to-morrow, dead or alive,” explained Victoriano.
“Who will be dead or alive?” asked Carlota.
“I, of course! What a question?” Victoriano exclaimed.
“As you could not go there if you were dead, I thought you meant that you were to go and see her in that insensible state,” said Carlota.
Victoriano looked at his sister reproachfully, saying: