There was another vibrant exchange of words between the Spaniards.
"You were making sport, then, of my friend—"
"No, no! It's another person altogether."
"Who?"
"I don't know her name."
"WHAT?" Herara was about to burst forth when his friend nudged him and he was obliged to put this amazing declaration into Spanish. Senor Torres breathed heavily and exploded an oath.
"I met her in the country and made a mistake in the town houses," Kirk floundered on. "I never knew till this morning that I was on the wrong trail. It is all my fault. I thought the lady's name was Torres."
"Eh? So you love one whom you do not know? Incredible!"
"It does sound a little fishy."
"And it is a grave affront to my friend. How will the senorita understand?—she in whose breast is awakened already an answering thrills?"