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‘Go away! Go away! You’re not to SIT there.’

The Mexican, on his own ground, and heavy on his own base, let himself be shoved, oblivious.

‘Insolence!’ said Kate loudly. ‘Insolence!’

She glared at the fat back in the shoddily-fitting black coat, which looked as if a woman dressmaker had made it, with loathing. How could any man’s coat-collar look so homemade, so en famille!

Villiers remained with a fixed, abstract look on his thin face, rather like a death’s head. All his American will was summoned up, the bald eagle of the north bristling in every feather. The fellow SHOULD NOT sit there. — But how to remove him?

The young man sat tense with will to annihilate his beetle-like intruder, and Kate used all her Irish malice to help him.

‘Don’t you wonder who was his tailor?’ she asked, with a flicker in her voice.

Villiers looked at the femalish black coat of the Mexican, and made an arch grimace at Kate.

‘I should say he hadn’t one. Perhaps did it himself.’

‘Very likely!’ Kate laughed venomously.