"No poor stock for me," is Colonel Joe's motto.
With a cunning glance in his eyes, the miner asks: "Were you ever in California, madame?"
Her lips tremble as she says, "Years ago I was in San Francisco."
Colonel Joe is thoughtful. His glance follows madame, who is ringing a silver bell.
The butler bows.
"I shall not drive this afternoon," she says.
With graceful hospitality, she charms PŠre Fran‡ois. Chat about the Church and France follows.
The gentlemen are about to take their leave. Madame de Santos, observing that PŠre Fran‡ois speaks Spanish as well as French, invites him to call again. She would be glad to consult him in spiritual matters.
Colonel Joe speaks of California, and asks if he may be of any service.
"I have no interests there," the lady replies with constraint.