"How did you beat me home?" he inquired.
"I have been waiting h'impatiently ever since you went out. To be sure,
I have had one little dream—"
"Didn't you follow me to the Garavels'?"
"Oh, boss! Never would I do such."
Seeing that the negro was honest, Kirk decided that somebody had been spying upon him, but the matter was of so little consequence that he dismissed it from his mind.
"And what said your female upon your proposal of marriage?" Allan inquired. "Praise God, I shall h'expire of suspense if you do not cha-at me the truth."
"Oh, there was a chorus of her relatives in the room. They sat in my lap all the evening."
"Perhaps it is fartunate, after all. This senorita is rich 'ooman, and therefar she would be h'expensive for us."
Kirk managed to drive him forth after some effort, and straightway retired to dream of timid Spanish girls who peeped at him from behind old ladies, porcelain tigers that laughed inanely at his jokes, and Guatemalan gentlemen with huge hypnotic eyes of glass.