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much longer is my daughter to wait for her cocoa, while you stand gossiping with this ... this upstart<br />
negro, eh?" She barely threw January a glance. "You think because Don Prospero is a gourmand who<br />
fancies he's too good to live like o<strong>the</strong>r people on tortillas and beans that you can dictate to <strong>the</strong><br />
members <strong>of</strong> his household?"<br />
"And are you, Madame, accustomed to living upon tortillas and beans?" inquired <strong>the</strong> cook haughtily,<br />
switching to <strong>the</strong> Spanish in which she had addressed him. "I had no Idea."<br />
Señora Lorcha’s face turned bright red, as well it might, thought January. He'd watched <strong>the</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> lovely Natividad scrupulously minding her manners at table last night and guessed by <strong>the</strong> obvious care<br />
she was taking, and by <strong>the</strong> way she watched her daughter's every move, that her claims to gentility-and<br />
to more than one or two ra<strong>the</strong>r distant Spanish ancestors-were as false as <strong>the</strong> paste diamonds in her<br />
hair. "You are insolent, Señor!"<br />
"I am also busy." Guillenormand set his spoon down in <strong>the</strong> cocoa-pot. "But I am at your service,<br />
Madame, for however long you wish to prolong this conversation instead <strong>of</strong> permitting me to finish your<br />
precious daughter's refreshment."<br />
Señora Lorcha hissed, "Poisoner!" and turned on her heel. January's eyes cut sideways, fast, to <strong>the</strong><br />
cook's face, in time to see it blanch and freeze. The next second Guillenormand forced a manufactured<br />
chuckle and a ra<strong>the</strong>r stiff gesture <strong>of</strong> scorn, and January asked, "Ponzoñero?" He deliberately<br />
mispronounced <strong>the</strong> Spanish word, as if it were unfamiliar to him.<br />
"Oh." Guillenormand cleared his throat and chuckled again. "Merely a spiteful word <strong>the</strong> lower classes<br />
have for Frenchmen, M'sieu."<br />
"What was that all about?"<br />
"The lovely Natividad's breakfast cocoa." He resumed stirring, and January wondered whe<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong><br />
man's selfconsequence would run to leaving a piece <strong>of</strong> skin on <strong>the</strong> top <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> cocoa when it was finally<br />
sent in, or whe<strong>the</strong>r his pride in perfection would not permit such a lapse even to vex his enemy. "A hag,"<br />
<strong>the</strong> cook added, shaking his head. "A veritable entremettreuse-you saw <strong>the</strong> girl at dinner last night! It<br />
would have served <strong>the</strong> old cow right if her daughter had married Franz-pardon, Don Fernando...." He<br />
put an ironic twist on <strong>the</strong> Spanish name. "He would have sent her packing in quick order, back to <strong>the</strong><br />
slums from which <strong>the</strong>y both come."<br />
"But would he actually have married <strong>the</strong>... <strong>the</strong> young lady?" January asked. "Somehow she does not<br />
seem to me... but <strong>the</strong>n, I know nothing <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> family, nothing <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> custom <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> country. . . ."<br />
"M'sieu," said Guillenormand solemnly, raising his ladle, "I swear by <strong>the</strong> Blessed Name <strong>of</strong> Liberty-<strong>the</strong><br />
only true Deity <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Universe-that I have never seen such a household as this one. But as for young<br />
Franz, once his elder bro<strong>the</strong>r was dead and he understood that <strong>the</strong> inheritance <strong>of</strong> lands wider than many<br />
German principalities lay within his grasp, he would have wed anyone his fa<strong>the</strong>r ordered him to wed in<br />
spite <strong>of</strong> all <strong>the</strong> glares and puffing and comments <strong>of</strong> that pretty valet <strong>of</strong> his. Santa Anna's generals are all<br />
borrowing money-some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m at forty-eight percent!-to outfit <strong>the</strong>ir men for <strong>the</strong> march to Texas. Don<br />
Fernando would not have been <strong>the</strong> first man in history," he added, "to marry a midden that he might have<br />
<strong>the</strong> muck."<br />
"You must have been very shocked at his death."<br />
"M'sieu, after eighteen years in this household, nothing can shock me. Name <strong>of</strong> God," he exclaimed as<br />
yet ano<strong>the</strong>r form darkened <strong>the</strong> kitchen door, "what must a man do to ... ? Ah." His voice s<strong>of</strong>tened as he