She’s done this solely for us, so we must make it worth her while.”The old senora’s small cackling laugh broke in. “Come and greet me, my child, before Marcus introduces you to my cousin. He is my young cousin, hardly more than seventy, and he has lived on Majorca since he married forty years ago.” She looked appraisingly at Sally. “Yes, you will suit this room. It badly needs the young face.”“Do you feel quite well down here, Dona Inez?” asked Sally anxiously. “Not even a little bit dizzy?”The senora made a feeble snapping noise with her fingers. “You and Carlos! If I knew so much about the human body I might scare myself into dizziness. I feel good!”The introductions followed. Don Antonio ... Dona Esmeralda ... Dona Bianca ... Don Nicolas. All of them charming and old, wearing black clothes that looked new. Marcus, too, was wearing a black dinner jacket, and though he looked more hawk-nosed and arresting than ever, Sally couldn’t help feeling an hysterical desire to laugh.
