if there is a Spanish equivalent for the word
cad."

"'Cad'? Let me think," drawled Don Carlos, seemingly not a whit
rebuffed, his dark eyes still twinkling mischievously. "In Spanish,
'cad' would be 'mozo' or 'caballerizo.' 'Caballerear' means to set up
for a gentleman. You must let me teach you Spanish, Myra. It is an
ideal language in which to make love. Let me tell you in Spanish that
I love you, that you are the most beautiful, adorable, fascinating and
seductive girl I have ever met, the loveliest and most enticing
creature ever created, the woman of my dreams, my ideal, and my
predestined mate."

"Let me tell you in plain English that you are the most impudent,
offensive and exasperating man I have ever met!" exclaimed Myra, shaken
by a gust of angry resentment. "I don't want to talk to you, senor,
and I repeat that you are behaving like a cad!"

Don Carlos sighed lugubriously and turned up his eyes to the ceiling.

"I am spurned!" he lamented, as if soliloquising. "I am desolated!
The most wonderfully beautiful girl in the world rebuffs me and calls
me a cad when I offer her my heart and the love for which many another
woman would barter her very soul! My Myra thinks I am the most
exasperating and impudent man in the world! Condenacion! Still, I
must be unique in one respect!" He lowered his eyes to look at Myra
again. "So this is English hospitality, senorita!" he resumed, after a
pause. "The Lady Fermanagh, your charming aunt, told you to offer me
tea, but not even a spoonful have you proffered me."

He assumed such an absurdly pathetic expression that Myra laughed in
spite of herself, and quite forgot to continue to be angry and offended.

"You are an utterly impossible person, Don Carlos," she commented,
dimpling into smiles. "Sit down and let me give you tea and anything
else you want."

"Ten thousand thanks, Myra!" cried Don Carlos. "How wonderful!
Anything else I want! The tea does not matter, but I want ten thousand
kisses from the woman who has entranced and enraptured my heart. I
want to hold you in my arms, Myra mine, clasped close to my breast, to
set your darling heart afire with burning kisses, to kiss the heart out
of you then kiss it back again all aflame with love and longing. Myra,
darling, I love you as I have never loved before, and I want you for my
wife."

He stretched out his arms as if to enfold Myra in them, but she evaded
him adroitly. She had been listenin