Dolores curtseyed and said how honoured she was to serve the gracious lady from overseas.
The luggage was brought upstairs and, as Dolores unpacked, she chatted away in a friendly fashion that was so much a part of the Argentine character.
“Are you looking forward to tomorrow?” Cañuela asked, knowing what an important day it was for the citizens of Buenos Aires.
“I have a new dress, señorita, to go dancing in with my fiancé. My father and mother will, of course, accompany us,” she added quickly in case Cañuela should think that there was anything wrong in such behaviour.
“Of course,” Cañuela agreed.
She was well aware that Argentine girls were forever under the eye of their parents or a duenna.
“Girls of all classes are never out of leading strings,” she had heard her father say once
