Rafaela and Remedios turned at the sound of footsteps.
“Oh, is it you? You have found us in a pretty mess,” said Rafaela, showing him her hands covered with flour.
“What are you making?” asked Quentin.
“Some fried-cakes.”
“It smells deliciously in here.”
“Have you a sweet tooth?” asked Rafaela.
“Somewhat.”
“This is the one with a sweet tooth,” said Rafaela, indicating Remedios. “Let’s get out of here, she’ll have indigestion if we don’t.”
Rafaela washed her hands and arms, dried them carefully, and led the way from the kitchen into the drawing-room.
“I’ve got the little box here,” announced Quentin.