The young man started as if a viper had suddenly stung him.
"I am, in truth, sad, master," he muttered.
"Have I not told you that we shall find doña Dolores again?" he continued.
Dominique quivered, and his face became livid; "Master," he said, as he rose, and hung his head, "despise me, I am a coward."
"You a coward, Domingo! Good God, you speak falsely."
"No, master, I am telling the truth, I have misunderstood my duty, betrayed my friend, and forgotten your recommendations." He gave a profound sigh. "I love the betrothed wife of my friend," he added feebly.
The adventurer fixed his bright eyes on him, "I was aware of it," he said.
Domingo started and exclaimed in alarm, "You knew it?"
"I did," don Jaime continued, "And you do not despise me?"
"Why should I? Are we masters of our heart?"