"Yes."
"Come out then. Come to Greko."
he said sweetly. "My father does not want me to talk to men. You know that is so, Señor Perona."
It grounded him. "Why—"
"Is it not so?"
"Y-yes, but I am not—"
"A man?" Little imp! She relished impaling him upon the shafts of her ridicule. Her sport was interrupted by the arrival of Spawn. He had left me at the mine and come directly back home. Jetta heard his heavy tread on the garden path, then his voice:
"Ah, Perona."