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The house was a fairly large villa, quietly and simply furnished, with natural taste.

‘Do you always live here?’ said Kate to Don Ramón. ‘Never at your hacienda?’

‘How do you know I have a hacienda?’ he asked.

‘I saw it in a newspaper — near Sayula.’

‘Ah!’ he said, laughing at her with his eyes. ‘You saw about the returning of the Gods of Antiquity.’

‘Yes,’ she said. ‘Don’t you think it is interesting?’

‘I think so,’ he said.

‘I love the WORD Quetzalcoatl.’

‘The WORD!’ he repeated.

His eyes laughed at her teasingly all the time.

‘What do you think, Mrs Leslie,’ cried the pale-faced young Mirabal, in curiously resonant English, with a French accent. ‘Don’t you think it would be wonderful if the gods came back to Mexico? our own gods?’ He sat in intense expectation, his blue eyes fixed on Kate’s face, his soup-spoon suspended.

Kate’s face was baffled with incomprehension.

‘Not those Aztec horrors!’ she said.

‘The Aztec horrors! The Aztec horrors! Well, perhaps they were not so horrible after all. But if they were, it was because the Aztecs were all tied up. They were in a cul de sac, so they saw nothing but death. Don’t you think so?’