“And Señor Morning lofes you like heaven and the angels,” she continued unctuously.
“Señorita, you forget that I have a husband.”
“Is he jealous?”
“Surely no,” replied the baroness sincerely.
“Then I no know what you mean a.”
“I mean that I owe a wife’s duty to the baron,” slowly, with rising color.
“And what you owe a to the other fellow?” meaning Morning.
The baroness was too much confused to speak.
“You know him a long time?”
“Before I married the baron and went abroad.”