What was to be done?
Why not send Carmela in her stead?
They were almost of the same height, and dressed somewhat alike in flowered muslin.

It would be an amusing mistake, though annoying, perhaps, to San Benavides; at any rate, Carmela would not object, and Iris was fully resolved not to keep the tryst in person.
She walked straight to her enemy.
"Colonel San Benavides awaits you in the _pateo_," she said in English.
"Awaits _me_!" There was no mistaking the gleam in those jet-black eyes.

The smoldering fire flamed into furnace heat at the implied indignity of such a mandate being delivered by Iris.
"I suppose so," said Iris carelessly.

"A servant brought the message.
He came to me in the first instance, but I am just going to my room to pack my few belongings.

We leave here at daybreak, you know." Carmela tried to smile.
"I shall be sorry to lose you," she said, "though I admit it will be pleasant to occupy my own room again." Then Iris was genuinely distressed.
"I had not the least notion----" she began, but Carmela nodded and made off, saying as she went: "What matter--for one night ?" So, at last, she would learn the truth.