small, feel really nothing, in spite of all their money and their experience and their air of belonging to the ruling races. The ruling races! Wait! Ramón was a challenge to all that. Let those rule who can.
“You did not sleep?” Teresa said to Kate.
“Not very well,” said Kate.
“No, you look as if you had not slept very well.—Under your eyes.”
Kate smoothed the skin under her eyes, querulously.
“One gets that look in Mexico,” she said. “It’s not an easy country to keep your youth in.—You are looking well.”
“Yes, I am very well.”
Teresa had a new, soft bloom on her dark skin, something frail and tender, which she did not want to have to defend against another woman.
“I think I will go home now Ramón has come,” said Kate.
“Oh, why? Do you wish to?”
“I think