“I was so glad to come again,” she said, holding out her hand to him. “Jamiltepec has become a sort of Mecca to me, my inside yearns for it.”
“Then why don’t you come oftener? I wish you would come.”
“I am afraid of intruding.”
“No! You could help if you would.”
“Oh!” she said. “I am so frightened, and so sceptical of big undertakings. I think it is because, at the very bottom of me, I dislike the masses of people—anywhere. I’m afraid I rather despise people; I don’t want them to touch me, and I don’t want to touch them.—So how could I pretend to join any—any—any sort of Salvation Army?—which is a horrid way of putting it.”
Don Ramón laughed.
“I do myself,” he said. “I detest and despise masses of people. But these are my own people.”
“I, ever since I