"Isn't Don Pablo human?" asked Montrose, interrupting in his turn.
"I don't believe he is," said Alice thoughtfully, "there is something dreadfully wicked about him. I can't explain, but when you meet him you will in some way guess my meaning."
"Humph! I shall certainly accept your father's invitation both to see this Spaniard and Hardwick also."
"And you understand my position?" urged Alice anxiously.
"Yes. I think I do. All the same I want you to assure me positively that you love no one else but me."
"There is no need to tell you what you already know," returned the girl in a calm positive way. "We are made for one another!"
"Darling!" he caught her in his arms, "I know. But I hope your father will think as we do."
"He means well," said Miss Enistor with a sigh of relief, "or he would not ask you down to Tremore."
It was at this interesting point in their interview that the lovers were interrupted. The footman opened the door to announce Dr. Eberstein, and when that gentleman entered the room the servant promptly retired. Montrose came forward with a look of amazed inquiry, which was reflected on the face of Alice. Both the young people were astonished by the unexpected appearance of the doctor.
"I thought you were still in Paris, Eberstein," cried Douglas, as his friend shook hands with both.