Senor Pages turned his fine eyes upon her. She had talked most
interestingly, this pretty American woman.

"Perhaps--but pardon me if I think not. A woman cannot be
really charming and also capable in business."

Emma McChesney dimpled becomingly.

"But I know a woman who is as--well, as charming as you say I
am. Still, she is known as a capable, successful business
woman. She'll be in Buenos Aires when I am."

Senor Pages shook an unbelieving head. Emma McChesney leaned
forward.

"Will you let me bring her in to meet you, just to prove my
point?"

"She must be as charming as you are." His Argentine betting
proclivities rose. "Here; we shall make a wager!" He took a
card from his pocket, scribbled on it, handed it to Emma
McChesney. "You will please present that to my secretary, who
will conduct you immediately to my office. We will pretend it is
a friendly call. Your friend need not know. If I lose----"

"If you lose, you must promise to let her show you her sample
line."

"But, dear madam, I do no buying."