Adventure stories; British -- Spain -- Fiction; Love stories; Spain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
She looked even more lovely than on the previous night, and she gave me
as warm a welcome as had Madame Chansette—put both her hands into mine
and held them, without a touch of self-consciousness, as she gazed
frankly and searchingly into my eyes. She appeared satisfied with a
scrutiny that was rather embarrassing to me, and smiled as she withdrew
her hands.
"Yes, I am glad you have come, cousin Ferdinand. I suppose I may call
him cousin Ferdinand, aunt Mercedes? I don’t know how you do in more
formal England, but we Spaniards are quicker in the use of the Christian
name," she added to me. "I wanted to look closely at you. It is a new
thing for me to have a male relation who may be a friend—or an enemy,
such as my dearest aunt here. I have only Ramon, whose friendship is
more dangerous at times than another man’s enmity would be; and my other
cousin, Sebastian Quesada." The tone in which she uttered the name was
intensely significant. "Yes, yes, I am satisfied. I am glad you have
come. You are true. You trusted me instinctively last night; and I
will trust you always. My impressions are never wrong. But you will not
find me tractable any the more for that; I mean in my dear, dear,
dearest aunt’s sense of the word," and she kissed the little old lady
once for each of the epithets.
"I will try to deserve your words of welcome, cousin Sarita," I said
earnestly, but conscious of a clogging tongue.
"I hope so—for you are one of those men who always succeed when they
really try. But you have already promised to serve this dear, dreadful,
tyrannous, loving enemy of mine. So take care;" and she laughed softly
as she was bending over Madame Chansette and settling her more
comfortably in her chair. "You are to show that ’capable man’s head’
which aunt Mercedes is never tired of declaring is so much needed in our
affairs." She sat down close to Madame Chansette and took her hand. "I
am a sad rebel, am I not, little tyrant?"
"If I didn’t love you so much, I should be a far better guide for you,
child," was the simply-spoken reply.
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