"But he carries weapons—a revolver. They all do," said the Esmeralda.
"Nature gave me all the weapons I need for dealing with South American princes," said the Honorable John Ruffin calmly. "But after all, we're not yellow dog fanciers. Let us talk about more interesting things—the art of grilling bacon, now."
Pollyooly did not understand their talk very clearly, but she gathered that her friends did not like the big, yellow gentleman with the splendid diamond in his shirt-front; therefore, loyally, she took a strong dislike to him herself.
The next time his eyes fell on her, observing that her companions were absorbed in one another, she made a most hideous face at him. He started, drew himself upright in his chair, and scowled at her.
Pollyooly did not abate her hideous grimace, and, with an air of dignity, he withdrew his eyes from her. But, owing to defective training in his youth, his was such an unbalanced nature that he could not keep them off her; they were dragged back to her by his unhealthy curiosity to see what dreadful shape her exquisite features had assumed. Consequently she enjoyed the rest of that supper very
