"Life is life, my dear,"
he said at last. "Let us not question the inexorable too deeply.
Yesterday is gone, you know. Tomorrow never comes.... And here we are
together in the best town in the world. With love, good prospects ...
our little Francisco--"
"He will live to see a great city," said Inez, comforted. "He will help
to make it." Her eyes were prophetic. The child stirred and hastily they
withdrew, lowering the light so that his slumber might be undisturbed. A
light tap sounded at the door and Adrian answered.
Spear and Brannan with Benito stood upon the threshold. The latter
entered, kissed his sister and was shown the sleeping child. "How is
Alice?" Inez asked.
"Well. And the best little wife in the world," Benito answered. His eyes
glowed happily. "The tiny Francisco is growing like a weed. Only ten
months old--"
"Nine months, two weeks and three days," said his mother, glibly. "Won't
you all come in and see the baby?" she invited.
"No," Spear answered. "We must steal your husband for a' little while.
There's business at the City Hall...."
"Adrian's become a prominent citizen, you know," he added at her look of
pouting protest.
She brought her husband's hat.
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