"I haven't asked them.

But I've got my own thinker, you know." I searched for simple expressions, and I seemed to make him understand.
"So! Then this prejudice is dead for you, Senorita--_mees_ ?" "I like 'Senorita' best," I said.

"I believe it is." At that moment I divined that he was a Roman Catholic.

How, I don't know.

So I added, "But I've never had the slightest reason to give it a thought." "That must be," he said softly, "because you never met, Senorita--may I say this ?--one single gentleman w'at is Catholic." "That's rather clever of you," I said.