Even though the spirit of his lost Olympia seemed to rise from the grave, and gaze at him, out of the eyes of Camillia. The little girl was asleep upon a grassy bank.
She awoke at the sound of the Spaniard's footstep, and uttered, a little scream of terror.
The loneliness of her life had made the child timid.
"You are not frightened of me, are you, Camillia?"
"No."
"Yet you screamed when I first saw you! A strange welcome for your father, Camillia."
"Father? Are you my father?"
"Yes, my Camillia, will you love me?"
"I will try," answered the child, quietly.
Don Juan clasped his child to his breast.