Excerpt: ... I have found We are all here Eet is a leetle public--eh A leetle too much of a front seat for a tete-a-tete,167-1 my yonge friends," he said, glancing at the remains of Consuelo's bower, "but for the accounting of taste there is none. What will you? The meat of the one man shall envenom the meat of the other. But" (in a whisper to me) "as to thees horse--thees Chu Chu, which I have just pass--why is she undress? Surely you would no make an exposition of her to the traveler to suspect And if not, why so?" I tried to explain, looking at Consuelo, that Chu Chu had run away, that Consuelo had met with a terrible accident, had been thrown, and I feared had suffered serious internal injury. But to my embarrassment Consuelo maintained a half scornful silence, and an inconsistent freshness of healthful indifference, as Enriquez approached her with an engaging smile. "Ah, yes, she have the headache, and the molligrubs. She will sit on the damp stone when the gentle dew is falling. I comprehend. Meet me in the lane when the clock strike nine But," in a lower voice, "of thees undress horse I comprehend nothing Look you--it is sad and strange." He went off to fetch Chu Chu, leaving me and Consuelo alone. I do not think I ever felt so utterly abject and bewildered before in my life. Without knowing why, I was miserably conscious of having in some way offended the girl for whom I believed I would have given my life, and I had made her and myself ridiculous in the eyes of her brother. I had again failed in my slower Western nature to understand her high romantic Spanish soul Meantime she was smoothing out her riding habit, and looking as fresh and pretty as when she first left her house. "Consita," I said hesitatingly, "you are not angry with me?" "Angry?" she repeated haughtily, without looking at me. "Oh, no Of a possibility eet is Mees Essmith who is angry that I have...