Besides, Senor Reade is not yet ready to serve us in this matter.

You may go to your room, my daughter." Without a word Francesca rose and left the room.
As soon as the door had closed Don Luis broke forth bitterly: "You have done well to insult me before my daughter.

She understands only enough to realize that you have doubted my honor, and she certainly wonders why I permitted you to live longer.

Senor Reade, whether or not your American ideas of courtesy enable you to understand it, you have grievously insulted me in my own house, and have intensified that insult by delivering it before my daughter.
There is now but one way in which you can retrieve your conduct." Don Luis Montez rose, dipped the pen freshly in ink, and thrust it into Reade's hand.
"_Sign that report_!" ordered the Mexican.
Tom rose to his feet.

So did Harry.
"Don Luis," spoke Reade calmly, though he was inwardly raging.
"I always like to do business like a gentleman.