"Ah, Senorita Kembull!" he mispronounced. "I am charmed to see you
again. Also the Senoritas Sparrow--er--I am so forget--I know it is
some kind of one of your charming birds--ah!--Robinson--a thousand
pardons! I am charmed!" and he bowed low to the twins.
Then his eyes sought the face of Inez, but he showed no recognition,
though the significant pause indicated that he expected also to
address her. Clearly, if he had seen her on the steamer coming from
New York, he did not remember her. There was a questioning look in
his eyes.
Inez pinched Cora's arm, and murmured something in her ear. Cora
understood at once. Inez did not wish to meet this man, for reasons
of her own. He might, or might not, be of the political party
opposed to her father, and he might, or might not, have had a hand in
placing Senor Ralcanto in prison. Of this Cora could only guess, but
there was no mistaking the fear of Inez.
Cora thought of the easiest way out of it. This was to allow Inez to
assume the character she had been given--that of a maid.
"Inez, I think I left my fan in my room--will you please get it for
me?" requested Cora, at the same time giving the Spanish girl a
meaning look.
"Yes, Senorita," was the low-voiced answer, as Inez glided from the
foyer.
Senor Ramo seemed to understand. He turned, once more, with a smile
to Cora.
"And when may I have the pleasure of paying my respects to your
honored mother?" he asked, "and to Senora--er--Robinson, and your
father?" he inquired of the twins.
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