'Well, found out for a South American professing to be a Yankee.'
'But who has found you out?'
'That Spanish-London girl—that she-devil—Miss Paulo. She suddenly talked to me in Spanish—and I was thrown off my guard.'
'You fool!—and you answered her in Spanish?'
'No I didn't—I didn't say a word—but I saw by her look that she knew I understood her—and you'll see if they don't suspect something.'
'Of course they will suspect something. South Americans passing off as North Americans! here, here—with him in the house! Why, the light shines through it! Good heavens, what a fool you are! I never heard of anything like it!'
'I am always a failure,' the downcast Professor admitted, 'where women come into the work—or the play.'
The places of the two men appeared to have completely changed. The Professor was no longer the leader but the led. The silent and devoted Mr. Andrew J. Copping was now taking the place of leader.
'Well,' Copping said contemptuously, 'you have got your chance just as I have. If you manage this successfully we shall get our pardon—and if we don't we shan't.'
'If we fail,' the learned Professor said, 'I shan't return to Gloria.'