Concha jumped to her feet and clapped her hands.
"Oh," she cried joyously, "and I know Señor de Mendia, the head of the Customs. And oh, Rollo, you and he can arrange about getting it through, and all my dress materials as well. It will be quite an addition to our income, if Don Juan sells you the stuff cheap!"
For an instant Rollo looked a little indignant and then went up to his wife and kissed her.
"My dear," he said, "you can never understand! We don't do these things in our country!"
At which John grinned incredulously.
"I have done business in Glasgow," he said suggestively.
"At any rate," said Rollo, nettled, "I don't do them."
Here Concha pouted adorably, and with her slippered toe kicked a footstool which certainly was not doing her any harm.
"I am sure we are very poor!" she cried. "I wish that wretch Ezquerra, whom they have made a General of, had given us much more than he did. I think you should write to him, Rollo!"
"Better keep friends with Ezquerra," laughed the Governor; "you and I are rich enough, Concha, and baby shall have an ivory ring to cut his teeth upon. You shall have one new dress a year, and there are always enough vegetables in the garden with which to toss you up a salad. Oh, we shall live, spoilt one, we shall live!"