It was horrible; he said that Jose Querida was his guest at El Nauar, and he asked me to get you because you knew Querida, and be his guest for a week end....

I cried that night; you heard me." "Was _that_ it!" asked Valerie, very pale.
"Yes; I was too wretched to tell you," Valerie sat silent, her teeth fixed in her lower lip.

Then: "Jose could not have known what kind of a man the--other--is." "I hope not." "Oh, he _couldn't_ have known! Rita, he wouldn't have let him ask us--" "Men seldom deceive one another." "You _don't_ think Jose Querida _knew_ ?" "I--don't--think....

Valerie, men are very--very unlike women....
Forgive me if I seem to be embittered....

Even you have had your experience with men--the men that all the world seems to like--kind, jolly, generous, jovial, amusing men--and clever men; men of attainment, of distinction.