generosity. I do think Mexico City is evil, underneath.”
“Well,” he said, “the hotels are bad. It is unfortunate, but the foreigners seem to make the Mexicans worse than they are, naturally. And Mexico, or something in it, certainly makes the foreigners worse than they are at home.”
He spoke with a certain bitterness.
“Perhaps we should all stay away,” she said.
“Perhaps!” he said, lifting his shoulders a little. “But I don’t think so.”
He relapsed into a slightly blank silence. Peculiar how his feelings flushed over him, anger, diffidence, wistfulness, assurance, and an anger again, all in little flushes, and somewhat naïve.
“It doesn’t rain so much,” said Kate. “When will the car come?”
“It is here now. It has been waiting some time,” he replied.
“Then I’ll go,” she said.
“Well,” he replied, looking at the sky. “It