“Yes,” said Eunice, “we haven't much else to do; so we eat. And Joe does his best to spoil us.”
“Joe?”
“Joe's the cook. All Portuguese cooks are Joe.”
“How very amusing!” said Mrs. Pasmer. “You must let me speak of your grapes. I never saw anything so—well!—except your roses.”
“There you touched father in two tender spots. He cultivates both.”
“Really? Alice, did you ever see anything like these roses?”
Alice looked away from Dan a moment, and blushed to find that she had been looking so long at him.
“Ah, I have,” said Mavering gallantly.
“Does he often do it?” asked Mrs. Pasmer, in an obvious aside to Eunice.
Dan answered for him. “He never had such a chance before.”