"Ah-yess! I have recognized it, mooch.

It es ze same.

Of no change--not even of a leetle.

No, she ess always--esso." She stopped, looked unutterable things at Joan, pressed her fan below a spray of roses on her full bodice as if to indicate some thrilling memory beneath it, shook her head again, suddenly caught sight of Demorest's serious face, said: "Ah, that brigand of our husband laughs himself at me," and then herself broke into a charming ripple of laughter.
"But I was not laughing, Dona Rosita," said Demorest, smiling sadly, however, in spite of himself.
She made a little grimace, and then raised her elbows, slightly lifting her shoulders.

"As it shall please you, Senor.