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‘I wonder all the foreigners don’t go away,’ said Kate.

‘They have their occupations here,’ snapped the Judge.

‘And the good people ARE all going away. They have nearly all gone, those that have anything left to go to,’ said Mrs Norris. ‘Some of us, who have our property here, and who have made our lives here, and who know the country, we stay out of a kind of tenacity. But we know it’s hopeless. The more it changes, the worse it is. — Ah, here is Don Ramón and Don Cipriano. So pleased to see you. Let me introduce you.’

Don Ramón Carrasco was a tall, big, handsome man who gave the effect of bigness. He was middle aged, with a large black moustache and large, rather haughty eyes under straight brows. The General was in civilian clothes, looking very small beside the other man, and very smartly built, almost cocky.

‘Come,’ said Mrs Norris. ‘Let us go across and have tea.’

The Major excused himself, and took his departure.

Mrs Norris gathered her little shawl round her shoulders and led through a sombre antechamber to a little terrace, where creepers and flowers bloomed thick on the low walls. There was a bell-flower, red and velvety, like blood that is drying: and clusters of white roses: and tufts of bougainvillea, papery magenta colour.