“What ideas women have of each other!—” said Quentin sarcastically. “For them, all other women are prostitutes.”
“Do you believe that the Countess is a chorus girl?” said Quentin acridly.
María paled and looked at Quentin with concentrated fury.
“What did the Countess do there?” asked the Swiss.
“Nothing—rode and walked. She acted like what she is: a fine lady. Pacheco was crazy about her.”
“Weren’t you?”
“You know, Springer, that I am marble as far as women are concerned.”
“What a faker!” exclaimed the Swiss.
“What a liar!” added María Lucena.