"I'm afraid not, Jack. I'm years older than I was a few months ago. We were happy then; now everything is different."
The tears stood in her eyes.
"Yes," said Jack, "I had heard; that is why I came to see you."
They were silent; then Juanita, with a brave effort to smile, said:
"Now, Jack, tell me all about yourself."
In a few words Jack gave an account of what had happened to him since his arrival in Spain, Juanita listening with an interest and excitement that every now and then found expression in eager questions.
"But now," said Jack in conclusion, "it's your turn. I have many things to ask. Do you know, I met an old friend not long ago, who told me something about you."
"Oh! Who was that, and what was it?"
"Well, I called him an old friend—for your sake. It was Miguel Priego."
"Him!" Her shrug was expressive. "Why do you say for my sake?"