CHAPTER XXI
JUAN TALKS
THE afternoon of the following day, Quentin went to the Calle del Sol to see his grandfather, according to his promise to Rafaela. There was a carriage at the door. Juan, with his hat in his hand, was talking to an elegant lady with black eyes.
“Do you mean to say I cannot go in?” said she unpleasantly.
“The Señoritas have told me that they were not at home to any one.”
“Not even to me?”
“Those are my orders.”
“Very well. I shall wait until my husband comes.”
“It will be useless,” said Juan emphatically.
“Why?” asked she haughtily.
“Because the Señor Marqués told me that he does not wish to see you.”