“NO!”
“What in Heaven's name brought him here then?”
“You!”
“Are you crazy?”
“You! you! YOU!” repeated Dona Rosita, with crescendo energy. “I have come upon him here; where he stood and look at the veranda, absorrrb of YOU. You move—he fly.”
“Hush!”
“Ah, yes! I have said I give him to you. And he came, Bueno,” murmured Dona Rosita, with a half-resigned, half-superstitious gesture.
“WILL you be quiet!”
It was the sound of Demorest's feet on the gravel path, returning from his fruitless search. He had seen nothing. It must have been Dona Rosita's fancy.
“She was just saying she thought she had been mistaken,” said Joan, quietly. “Let us go in—it is rather chilly here, and I begin to feel creepy too.”