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Updated: June 21, 2025
Some of the shops were still open, and as I passed down the main street the brilliant display in a jeweller's window, under the electric light, attracted my attention. I paused and looked in. I thought I would buy and take back some little thing to Suzee. It had been a dull evening for her. I went in and chose a necklet of Mexican opals.
While he capers about before his delighted admirers, the attendants come in and draw away with some difficulty the magnificent form of the slaughtered bull. The music broke into a loud march. There was an interval of relaxation for the audience, to move, look about, chatter, and take refreshments. "This is the end," I said to Suzee; "let us go now."
By the time these reflections had swept over me, Suzee herself had found a little grey velvet hat that looked less dreadful than the rest. I had only to pay for it, which I did, and she walked away with me in her Western clothes. At the glove counter things went well, and she triumphed over her civilised sisters.
I inquired. "They always come in with the white foreign devils," she returned with engaging frankness. I laughed. "Well, Suzee, you are unkind," I expostulated. "Is that how you think of me?" She looked up with a calm smile. "The devil is always welcomed by a woman," she answered sweetly her eyes were black lakes with fire moving in their depths "that is one of our proverbs. It is quite true."
There was one from a friend of mine who was attached to the embassy here, and he asked me to go and dine with him that evening, or name some other, if I were engaged that day. I looked up at Suzee. "I have an invitation here to go out to dinner," I said to her; "do you think you can amuse yourself without me this evening?" Suzee looked sulky. "You are going out all the evening without me?
A burst of applause greeted their appearance, and Suzee watched entranced these men parading in the ring, in their various red, blue, and green velvet costumes fitting tightly their fine figures, with their gorgeous cloaks of red velvet thrown over one arm and the flat round hats of the toreadors sitting lightly above their bold handsome faces.
So I paid and dismissed my guide, also the driver, pushed open the swinging glass doors, and entered the lounge, Suzee beside me. We were not late enough; in another hour the hall would have been deserted. As it was, the band had ceased playing, but there were numbers of men lounging about and smoking, and groups of women still sitting in the rocking-chairs under the palms.
I could not imagine how she had obtained my club address at all, unless it was in that night when she came to my cabin. She would be quite capable of searching for anything she wanted and taking away some of my letters to obtain and keep my address. I did not open it at once. I felt a sort of anger with Suzee as being partly responsible for all I was going through.
"I shall call you 'Sitkar-i-buccheesh," I said after a minute. Suzee looked frightened and made a rapid pass over her head. "What is that?" she asked. "It sounds a devil's name." "It only means the gift of Sitka," I answered. "This city has given you to me, has it not? or it will," I added in a lower tone.
I talked with him for fifteen minutes and explained it was unwise and unnecessary to make a great fuss and turn a good customer into the streets at this late hour. We were going in any case as soon as we could get off; in the mean time, the engagement of the next room to mine at seven dollars a day for Suzee would satisfy the proprieties.
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