She had taken her chocolate and smoked her cigarito, but was still drowsing.

"I have had a bad night, children," she said full of dreadful dreams.

"It must have been that American.

Yet, Holy Mother, how handsome he is! And I assure you that he has the good manners of a courtier.

Still, it was an imprudence, and Senora Valdez will make some great thing of it." "You were in your own house, mother.