"I tell you, we're in for bad times," de Selva sermonized before a group. "Our haciendas are threatened by renegades. Don Raul was wounded by one of those fools who wants to grab our land. We have to carry guns ... I go about armed."
Raul led Lucienne to the long, cool porch and they danced to a Strauss waltz ... the ocean beating hard.
"Hold me close, Raul."
"Are you falling asleep?"
"I've been thinking of my presents, what fun it's going to be, opening them."
"When will you open them?"
"At lunch tomorrow ... just the two of us."
"Open them now."
"It's fun to wait. When there aren't so many people around."
"Shall I tell you what Roberto gave you?"