The painting was dry when she packed it up along with the rest of her

paraphernalia and mounted the pony. The wide, heavy door was open into the
entrance of Las Jacarandas, the interior cool and dark after the heat of the sun.
Inside the villa one became quickly accustomed to the sense of coolness and
space and the evidence of wealth. The exquisite workmanship of the carved
staircase and tall windows were at one with the magnificent views outside.
riceless carpets covered the floors and graceful furniture gave a dignity to
white walls.
'Buenas tardes, senorita. The Senor Marques awaits you in the
salon. Mateo will take care of your pony.' Andres, the uniformed
manservant, appeared before her, politely courteous, and
stepped aside for her to precede him into the villa.