"Coronado, you forget my grandfather.

He should know of this." Although the man was unaccustomed to start, he drew back as if a ghost had confronted him; and even when he recovered from his transitory emotion, he did not at first know how to answer her.

It would not do to say, "Munoz is dead," and much less to add, "You are his heir." "We are Americans," he at last argued.

"Spanish customs are dead and buried.

Can't you speak for yourself on a matter which concerns you and me alone ?" "Coronado, I think it would not be right," she replied, holding firmly to her position.