"I don't believe it. The man is honest. You will have to prove what you say, Narvaez. Do you hear?"
"Since you are shouting so loudly I can safely say that I do. Prove what I say: oh, certainly. Send Montrose here to-night and I can give him absolute proof that my statement is correct."
"I shall come with him."
"No!" said Narvaez sharply. "If you come I shall refuse to give the proof in any way. Montrose will be convinced that I can prevent him from marrying your daughter, and to put things straight he may be willing to give up the money."
"Even then," cried Enistor furiously, "I can't allow him to marry Alice. He would be a bigamist."
"That is his affair and hers," said Don Pablo cynically. "What you want is the money."
"I do, but not at the price of seeing my daughter's life ruined."
"Pooh! What does her ruin or his matter to you? Are you bent upon following the feeble Christianity of Eberstein?"
"Feeble! He was too strong for you the other night."
"He was not!" Narvaez raised himself to his full height and seemed to recover a trifle of his former dominance. "I could have dealt with The Adversary alone, but the power he summoned to his aid overwhelmed me. However, this is not to the point." The man collapsed again into a weak condition. "Do what I tell you about sending Montrose here at eight o'clock this evening. I can prove that he is a married man. If you like I can get him, through threats to expose him to Alice, to give you the money."