"One moment," said Arthur, quietly, "how do you know that it is an impostor?"
"How—do—I—know—it?"
"Yes, what are the proofs?"
"I am told so!"
"Oh!" said Arthur, relapsing into his professional attitude again.
"Proofs," repeated Donna Dolores, hurriedly. "Is it not enough that she has married this Gabriel, her brother?"
"That is certainly strong moral proof—and perhaps legal corroborative evidence," said Arthur, coolly; "but it will not legally estop her proving that she is his sister—if she can do so. But I ask your pardon—go on!"
"That is all," said Donna Dolores, sitting up, with a slight gesture of impatience.
"Very well. Then, as I understand, the case is simply this: You hold a grant to a piece of laud, actually possessed by a squatter, who claims it through his wife or sister—legally it doesn't matter which—by virtue of a bequest made by one Dr. Devarges, who also held a grant to the same property?"
"Yes," said Donna Dolores, hesitatingly.