"Then I can't be expected to," she laughed.
His laughter joined hers; but presently he recurred to his question:
"You haven't told me yet about Miss Valdés. Is she as lovely as they say she is?"
"I don't know just how lovely they say she is. Sometimes I have thought her very passable; then again—" She broke off with a defiant little laugh. "Don't you know, sir, that you mustn't ask one lady to praise the beauty of another?"
"I suppose I may ask questions?" he said, much amused.
"It depends a little on the questions."
"Is she tall?"
"Rather. About as tall as I am."
"And dark, of course, since she is a Spanish señorita"
"Yes, she is dark."