Contrary to the usual custom, the Garavel mansion has a narrow yard,
almost smothered in tropical plants that crowd one another through the
iron bars and nod at the passers-by. Riotous vines half screen the
balconies: great overhanging red-tiled eaves give the place an air of
coziness which the verdure enhances. A subdued light was glowing from
the lower windows when Anthony mounted the steps and rang.
An Indian woman, clad in barbarous colors, her bare feet encased in
sandals, admitted him, and the banker himself met him in the hall. He
led the way into a great barren parlor, where, to Kirk's embarrassment,
he found quite a company gathered. His host formally presented him to
them, one after another. There were Senor Pedro Garavel, a brother of
Andres; Senora Garavel, his wife, who was fat and short of wind; the
two Misses Garavel, their daughters; then a little, wrinkled, brown old
lady in stiff black silk who spoke no English. Kirk gathered that she
was somebody's aunt or grandmother. Last of all, Gertrudis came shyly
forward and put her hand in his, then glided back to a seat behind the
old lady. Just as they were seating themselves another member of the
family appeared--this time a second cousin from Guatemala. Like the
grandmother, he was as ignorant of English as Kirk was of Spanish, but
he had a pair of frightfully intense black eyes with which he devoured
the American. These orbs exercised an unusual effect upon the caller;
they were unwinking, the lids were wide open, and the brilliance of the
pupils was heightened by the startling whiteness surrounding them. They
were like the eyes of a frightened horse.
It was very trying to be the target of so many glances and to know that
he was being studied like a bug beneath a microscope, yet Kirk managed
to keep a degree of self-possession, making up his mind to display a
modest reticence that could not help appearing admirable. But he soon
found that this did not suit. Instead of resuming their conversation,
the entire assemblage of Garavels waited calmly for their caller to
begin, and he realized in a panic that he was expected to make
conversation. He cast about madly for a topic.
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