"Thank God!" he exclaimed as we entered, "my mind is now cleared from that terrible anxiety, and I can rest in peace."
I looked very hard at the old gentleman as he sank into an arm-chair, but I did not agree with him.
"Excuse me, Don Juan," I said, "I have another very serious matter to trouble you with."
CHAPTER XVIII
THE OLD GRAVEYARD
"What do you mean?" asked Don Juan.
The old man glanced at me quickly, an anxious look in his eyes.
I looked him straight in the face in return.
"Don Juan," I replied, "Dolores and I love one another."
The anxious look faded into one of softness, and he commenced walking backwards and forwards in the room, without answering me.