"Ah, well--there it is!" he concluded.
But the lady was not satisfied at all.
"First you impute to me inhumanity, and then cowardice.

Faith! For a man who would not willingly be rude to a lady even in his thoughts, it's none so bad." Her boyish laugh trilled out, but the note of it jarred his ears this time.
He saw her now, it seemed to him, for the first time, and saw how he had misjudged her.
"Sure, now, how was I to guess that...

that Colonel Bishop could have an angel for his niece ?" said he recklessly, for he was reckless as men often are in sudden penitence.
"You wouldn't, of course.

I shouldn't think you often guess aright." Having withered him with that and her glance, she turned to her negro and the basket that he carried.

From this she lifted now the fruits and delicacies with which it was laden, and piled them in such heaps upon the beds of the six Spaniards that by the time she had so served the last of them her basket was empty, and there was nothing left for her own fellow-countrymen.