She was waiting at the Junta alone for Santos when Gordon entered.

She had dreaded just that.

There was no mistaking the man.
"Mrs.Dunlap," began Gordon bending down close over her.
She was almost trembling with emotion, and he saw it.
"You can read me like a book," he hurried on, mistaking her feelings.
"I can see that you know how much I think of you--how much I--" "No, no," she implored.

"Don't talk to me that way.

Remember--there is work to do.