“The poor beetle man! Why, he’s so afraid of a woman that he goes all to pieces if one speaks to him suddenly. Just to see his expression, I’d like to tell him that he’s being scandalized by all Caracuña.”
“You’re going to see him again?”
“Certainly. This afternoon.”
“I don’t think you should, Miss Polly.”
“Have you any actual facts against him? Anything but casual gossip?”
“No; not yet.”
“When you have, I’ll listen to you. But you couldn’t make me believe it, anyway. Why, Fitz, look at him!”
“Take me with you,” insisted the other, “and let me ask him a question or two that any honorable man could answer. They don’t call him the Unspeakable Perk for nothing, Miss Polly.”
“It’s just because they don’t understand his type. Nor do you, Fitz, and so you mistrust him.”
“I understand that you’ve shown more interest in him than in any one you know,” said the other miserably.