"Mad or not, he declares that such is the case. What have you to say?"
"Say? Why, such an accusation is not worth answering. I have never looked at a woman until I met Alice. As to being married," the young man paused with an angry, bewildered look, "the thing is preposterous," he cried indignantly.
"Preposterous or not, Narvaez declares that if you go up to him to-night at eight o'clock, he will give you proof."
"Oh, will he!" Montrose glanced at his watch. "It is twenty-five to eight now. I will go at once, and shall arrive at Don Pablo's cottage shortly after the hour he mentions. Then——"
"Well, what then?" demanded the Squire grimly.
"I'll force the lie down his throat," raged Montrose, who was quite beside himself with anger, and, unable to speak further, he left the room hurriedly.
"Is he or Narvaez the liar?" Enistor asked himself, but could find no reply.