"I was an instantaneous success with Miss Torres' father. He was ready to send a dray for my trunks."
"Let us discuss other things."
"I haven't the strength. You once spoke of a chap your people had picked out. It isn't-Alfarez?"
She let her dark eyes rest upon his a moment, and his senses swam. Then she nodded slowly.
"You do not like him?"
"Just like a nose-bleed. The day you and I are married I'm going to send him a wreath of poison ivy."
"It pleases you always to joke."
"No joke about that. You won't give in, will you?"
"There is no question of force nor of surrender, senor. I insist now that we shall speak of other things."
A few moments later he was constrained to rejoin his hostess' party.