"_Obstaculos_ to you, sir!" roared Berry. "Look at my wing.... Yes, I
see the cabriolet. But what of that? It's perfectly happy.... No, it
_didn't_ want to get by. And if it had---- Oh, go and push yourself
off somewhere." Here he caught sight of me. "See what this greasy
pantaloon's done? I told him he hadn't room, but he wouldn't wait.
And now he's shoving it on to that cabriolet.... Oh, why can't I speak
Spanish? I'd give him earache."

I thrust our packages into the fold of the hood and ran to examine the
wing. Happily the damage was slight. I announced this relievedly.

"I daresay it is," raged Berry, as we resumed our seats. "What I
object to is the poisonous hostility of the brute. He blinkin' well
meant to do it."

"Dear, dear," said Adele, bubbling. "There must have been some
misunderstanding. The Spaniard's courtesy is proverbial."

"Exactly," said I. "The stranger is at first apt to be carried away by
the exaggerated politeness of the----"

"You may be," said Berry, "as blasphemous as you like, but, for the
love of the home for little children, let's get out of this town."

I let in the clutch....

We were passing out of the beautiful armoried gateway, when an
approaching peasant signalled to us to stop, and pointed excitedly back
the way we had come. The fellow's manner suggested that we had dropped
something.

I pulled up the car, opened my door, and jumped out.

As I did so, a breathless Eulalie appeared upon the other side of the
car.

"I never thought I should catch you," she said uncertainly. "My car
got mixed up with that waggon, so I chanced it and ran. And, now I'm
here, I hardly know how to tell you...." She addressed herself to
Adele. "But I fancy you've got my scent--'Red Violets.' It's
rather--rather special. They only make it by request. And a friend of
mine had ordered a bottle for me. It was put ready for me to call for,
and, as far as I can make out, they've given it to you by mistake.
I'm--I'm afraid I'm asking an awful lot, but might I have it? I'm
leaving Spain altogether in half an hour, so I shan't have another
chance."

I never remember feeling so utterly disillusioned. Recalling the
telephone conversation of the day before, I was frankly disgusted.
Such sharp practice as this smacked of a bargain sale.

The scent was ours. We had bought it fairly. Besides, it had _not_
been reserved. If either Adele or Eulalie had to go empty away, Law
a