"I have reason to be cross."
"No one has any reason to be cross. To lose one's temper simply shows that one is not yet free from ordinary human limitations. However, at your stage of learning I excuse you. It is hard to lose a large income, as you have done."
"What, you know——?"
"Not by any super-physical means, Enistor," said Narvaez, coolly leaning back in his chair. "I walked to the top of the hill with a field-glass, and saw that you had a visitor. As so few people come here, it is only logical on my part to assume that the man was some messenger sent to tell you of Lady Staunton's death and your own loss."
"Well, the news did not come in a letter, as you prophesied," snapped Enistor.
"I am not the Pope to be infallible," said Don Pablo dryly, "and the matter is so trivial that I did not examine into things sufficiently to be entirely certain of details."
"Trivial to you: not to me!" said the Squire gloomily.
"Nonsense! Your possession of that income is only delayed. You have not lost it altogether!"
Enistor looked up sharply. "Did you make an invisible third at my interview with Cane?"