Had he left a legacy of fear of a love forbidden
by race prejudice?
In any event, the manner of Alfonso's actions about the Mendoza
apartment was such that one could easily imagine his feelings
toward Lockwood, whom he saw carrying off the prize under his very
eyes.
As for his mother, the Senora, we had already seen that Peruvians
of her caste were also a proud old race. Her son was the apple of
her eye. Might not some of her feelings be readily accounted for?
Who were these to scorn her race, her family?
We had walked along at a pace that finally brought us up with
them. As Kennedy and I bowed, Alfonso seemed at first to resent
our intrusion, while Inez seemed rather to welcome it as a
diversion.
"Can we not expect you?" the young man repeated. "It will be only
for a few minutes this afternoon, and my mother has something of
very great importance to tell."
He was half pleading, half apologizing. Inez glanced hastily
around at Kennedy, uncertain what to say, and hoping that he might
indicate some course. Surreptitiously, Kennedy nodded an
affirmative.
"Very well, then," she replied reluctantly, not to seem to change
what had been her past refusal too suddenly. "I may ask Professor
Kennedy, too?"
He could scarcely refuse before us.
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