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over this palpable truth； she went on： 〃I do wish he'd do it again。
Don't you think you could make him？〃
〃Perhaps he might if YOU asked him；〃 I said a little maliciously。
〃Of course I shouldn't do that；〃 she returned quietly。 〃All the
same； I do believe he is really going to do itor something else。
Do look！〃
I looked； and to my horror saw that Enriquez； possibly incited by
the delicate gold eyeglasses of Miss Mannersley； had divested
himself of his coat； and was winding the four handkerchiefs； tied
together； picturesquely around his waist； preparatory to some new
performance。 I tried furtively to give him a warning look； but in
vain。
〃Isn't he really too absurd for anything？〃 said Miss Mannersley；
yet with a certain comfortable anticipation in her voice。 〃You
know； I never saw anything like this before。 I wouldn't have
believed such a creature could have existed。〃
Even had I succeeded in warning him； I doubt if it would have been
of any avail。 For； seizing a guitar from one of the musicians； he
struck a few chords； and suddenly began to zigzag into the center
of the floor； swaying his body languishingly from side to side in
time with the music and the pitch of a thin Spanish tenor。 It was
a gypsy love song。 Possibly Miss Mannersley's lingual
accomplishments did not include a knowledge of Castilian； but she
could not fail to see that the gestures and illustrative pantomime
were addressed to her。 Passionately assuring her that she was the
most favored daughter of the Virgin； that her eyes were like votive
tapers； and yet in the same breath accusing her of being a
〃brigand〃 and 〃assassin〃 in her attitude toward 〃his heart；〃 he
balanced with quivering timidity toward her； threw an imaginary
cloak in front of her neat boots as a carpet for her to tread on；
and with a final astonishing pirouette and a languishing twang of
his guitar； sank on one knee； and blew； with a rose； a kiss at her
feet。
If I had been seriously angry with him before for his grotesque
extravagance； I could have pitied him now for the young girl's
absolute unconsciousness of anything but his utter ludicrousness。
The applause of dancers and bystanders was instantaneous and
hearty； her only contribution to it was a slight parting of her
thin red lips in a half…incredulous smile。 In the silence that
followed the applause； as Enriquez walked pantingly away； I heard
her saying； half to herself； 〃Certainly a most extraordinary
creature！〃 In my indignation I could not help turning suddenly
upon her and looking straight into her eyes。 They were brown； with
that peculiar velvet opacity common to the pupils of nearsighted
persons； and seemed to defy internal scrutiny。 She only repeated
carelessly； 〃Isn't he？〃 and added： 〃Please see if you can find
Jocasta。 I suppose we ought to be going now； and I dare say he
won't be doing it again。 Ah！ there she is。 Good gracious； child！
what have you got there？〃
It was Enriquez' rose which Jocasta had picked up； and was timidly
holding out toward her mistress。
〃Heavens！ I don't want it。 Keep it yourself。〃
I walked with them to the door； as I did not fancy a certain
glitter in the black eyes of the Senoritas Manuela and Pepita； who
were watching her curiously。 But I think she was as oblivious of
this as she was of Enriquez' particular attentions。 As we reached
the street I felt that I ought to say something more。
〃You know；〃 I began casually； 〃that although those poor people meet
here in this public way； their gathering is really quite a homely
pastoral and a national custom； and these girls are all honest；
hardworking peons or servants enjoying themselves in quite the old
idyllic fashion。〃
〃Certainly；〃 said the young girl； half…abstractedly。 〃Of course
it's a Moorish dance； originally brought over； I suppose； by those
old Andalusian immigrants two hundred years ago。 It's quite Arabic
in its suggestions。 I have got something like it in an old
CANCIONERO I picked up at a bookstall in Boston。 But；〃 she added；
with a gasp of reminiscent satisfaction； 〃that's not like HIM！ Oh；
no！ HE is decidedly original。 Heavens！ yes。〃
I turned away in some discomfiture to join Enriquez； who was calmly
awaiting me； with a cigarette in his mouth； outside the sala。 Yet
he looked so unconscious of any previous absurdity that I hesitated
in what I thought was a necessary warning。 He； however； quickly
precipitated it。 Glancing after the retreating figures of the two
women； he said： 〃Thees mees from Boston is return to her house。
You do not accompany her？ I shall。 Behold meI am there。〃 But I
linked my arm firmly in his。 Then I pointed out； first； that she
was already accompanied by a servant； secondly； that if I； who knew
her； had hesitated to offer myself as an escort； it was hardly
proper for him； a perfect stranger； to take that liberty； that Miss
Mannersley was very punctilious of etiquette； which he； as a
Castilian gentleman； ought to appreciate。
〃But will she not regard lofethe admiration excessif？〃 he said；
twirling his thin little mustache meditatively。
〃No； she will not；〃 I returned sharply； 〃and you ought to
understand that she is on a different level from your Manuelas and
Carmens。〃
〃Pardon； my friend；〃 he said gravely； 〃thees women are ever the
same。 There is a proverb in my language。 Listen： 'Whether the
sharp blade of the Toledo pierce the satin or the goatskin； it
shall find behind it ever the same heart to wound。' I am that
Toledo bladepossibly it is you； my friend。 Wherefore； let us
together pursue this girl of Boston on the instant。〃
But I kept my grasp on Enriquez' arm； and succeeded in restraining
his mercurial impulses for the moment。 He halted； and puffed
vigorously at his cigarette； but the next instant he started
forward again。 〃Let us； however； follow with discretion in the
rear； we shall pass her house； we shall gaze at it； it shall touch
her heart。〃
Ridiculous as was this following of the young girl we had only just
parted from； I nevertheless knew that Enriquez was quite capable of
attempting it alone； and I thought it better to humor him by
consenting to walk with him in that direction； but I felt it
necessary to say：
〃I ought to warn you that Miss Mannersley already looks upon your
performances at the sala as something outre and peculiar； and if I
were you I shouldn't do anything to deepen that impression。〃
〃You are saying she ees shock？〃 said Enriquez； gravely。
I felt I could not conscientiously say that she was shocked； and he
saw my hesitation。 〃Then she have jealousy of the senoritas；〃 he
observed； with insufferable complacency。 〃You observe！ I have
already said。 It is ever so。〃
I could stand it no longer。 〃Look here； Harry；〃 I said； 〃if you
must know it； she looks upon you as an acrobata paid performer。〃
〃Ah！〃his black eyes sparkled〃the torero； the man who fights the
bull； he is also an acrobat。〃
〃Yes； but she thinks you a clown！a GRACIOSO DE TEATROthere！〃
〃Then I have make her laugh？〃 he said coolly。
I don't think he had； but I shrugged my shoulders。
〃BUENO！〃 he said cheerfully。 〃Lofe； he begin with a laugh； he make
feenish with a sigh。〃
I turned to look at him in the moonlight。 His face presented its
habitual Spanish gravitya gravity that was almost ironical。 His
small black eyes had their characteristic irresponsible audacity
the irresponsibility of the vivacious young animal。 It could not
be possible that he was really touched with the placid frigidities
of Miss Mannersley。 I remembered his equally elastic gallantries
with Miss Pinkey Smith； a blonde Western belle； from which both had
harmlessly rebounded。 As we walked on slowly I continued more
persuasively： 〃Of course this is only your nonsense； but don't you
see； Miss Mannersley thinks it all in earnest and really your
nature？〃 I hesitated； for it suddenly struck me that it WAS really
his nature。 〃Andhang it all！you don't want her to believe you
a common buffoon。； or some intoxicated muchacho。〃
〃Intoxicated？〃 repeated Enriquez； with exasperating languishment。
〃Yes； that is the word that shall express itself。 My friend； you
have made a shot in the centeryou have ring the bell every time！
It is intoxicationbut not of aguardiente。 Look！ I have long
time an ancestor of whom is a pretty story。 One day in church he
have seen a young girla mere peasant girlpass to the
confessional。 He look her in her eye； he stagger〃here Enriquez
wobbled pantomimically into the road〃he fall！〃he would have
suited the action to the word if I had not firmly held him up。
〃They have taken him home； where he have remain without his
clothes； and have dance and sing。 But it was the drunkenness of
lofe。 And； look you； thees village girl was a nothing； not even
pretty。 The name of my ancestor was〃
〃Don Quixote