“Of course it is! In the first place, that toreador is a stupid good-for-nothing who would go about boasting that you looked upon him with sympathy, and that....”
“Enough, or I’ll even have to thank you for bringing me here.”
“And it’s true.”
The Countess was growing calmer and less timid with every minute.
“How many days are you going to keep me kidnapped?” she asked rather jovially.
“As many as you wish. When you get too bored, we’ll take you back to Cordova. Then, if you still bear us a grudge, you may denounce us.”
“If you don’t, then you will permit us to come to call some day.”
“We’ll see how you act.”
Just then the carriage stopped. Quentin prepared to get down, and said to the woman: