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Chapter 6
“Whydon’tyousayallthistomyhusband?”sheasked,withoutlookingatDecoud,whostoodwatchingtheeffectofhiswords.
“Ah!ButDonCarlosissoEnglish,”hebegan.Mrs.Gouldinterrupted—
“Leavethatalone,DonMartin.He’sasmuchaCostaguanero—No!He’smoreofaCostaguanerothanyourself.”
“Sentimentalist,sentimentalist,”Decoudalmostcooed,inatoneofgentleandsoothingdeference.“Sentimentalist,aftertheamazingmannerofyourpeople.IhavebeenwatchingElReydeSulacosinceIcamehereonafool’serrand,andperhapsimpelledbysometreasonoffatelurkingbehindtheunaccountableturnsofaman’slife.ButIdon’tmatter,Iamnotasentimentalist,Icannotendowmypersonaldesireswithashiningrobeofsilkandjewels.Lifeisnotformeamoralromancederivedfromthetraditionofaprettyfairytale.No,Mrs.Gould;Iampractical.Iamnotafraidofmymotives.But,pardonme,Ihavebeenrathercarriedaway.WhatIwishtosayisthatIhavebeenobserving.Iwon’ttellyouwhatIhavediscovered—”
“No.Thatisunnecessary,”whisperedMrs.Gould,oncemoreavertingherhead.
“Itis.Exceptonelittlefact,thatyourhusbanddoesnotlikeme.It’sasmallmatter,which,inthecircumstances,seemstoacquireaperfectlyridiculousimportance.
