“I feel I have a duty towards these girls,” said Mrs. Gould, uneasily. “Is Nostromo in Sulaco now?”
“He is, since last Sunday.”
“He ought to be spoken to—at once.”
“Who will dare speak to him? Even the love-mad Ramirez runs away from the mere shadow of Captain Fidanza.”
“I can. I will,” Mrs. Gould declared. “A word will be enough for a man like Nostromo.”
The doctor smiled sourly.
“He must end this situation which lends itself to——I can’t believe it of that child,” pursued Mrs. Gould.
“He’s very attractive,” muttered the doctor, gloomily.
“He’ll see it, I am sure. He must put an end to all this by marrying Linda at once,” pronounced the first lady of Sulaco with immense decision.
Through the garden gate emerged Basilio, grown fat and sleek, with an elderly hairless face, wrinkles
