“It did, indeed.”
“And so, my child, as Señor Zuniga, I enjoyed opportunities of conversing with you such as I should never have been permitted to do as Alfred Ancillon.”
“But now you are forever Zuniga?”
“Yes, forever Zuniga.”
“And as the baroness may return before you leave, I must present you to her—by what name?”
“By my true name, of course. By the only name—now that my character is cleared from the faintest shadow of reproach—by which I shall henceforth be known—Zuniga.”
They talked on for an hour longer, asking and answering questions, but Zuniga was reticent about one matter—his right to the name he claimed.
“I will tell you later, Lilith,” was all the explanation that he would give of his reserve.
While they were still talking, the door of the drawing-room swung open and the baroness, accompanied by Aunt Sophie, entered the room.
Lilith and her visitor arose to receive them.