"Oh!—" with little gesture—"I don't know what to do. It's a matter of business."
"Are you bringing me a matter of business?"
"Sure! Why not? You've got your ideas."
She continued to look at him curiously.
"Well, what is it?"
"It's about your husband. I consider that he runs this country on the most unbusinesslike basis I ever heard of."
The Spanish girl opened her eyes still wider at this astonishing turn.
"Unbusinesslike?"
"Sure, it's like this," and Strawbridge proceeded to explain what he knew of the dictator's methods; who had told him, and that he thought the general was losing money.
During the recital he was surprised to see the señora's pale face grow paler still. Finally she gasped: