“Have you gone mad?” he returned, unconsciously obeying the request and sinking his voice. “Your sorrow? What sorrow? Be good enough to explain this mystery.”
“Will you step into the house, senor, and speak to my master. He will explain to you, I do not doubt; oh yes, he will explain.”
And Baptisto sighed again.
“He is at home, then?”
“Yes, senor!”
“And Mrs. Haldane?”
Baptisto groaned, and shook his head’ from side to side.
“You know I have an appointment with your mistress to-day?”
“Yes, senor, I know that,” answered Baptisto; then, as if greatly affected he turned away and put his handkerchief to his eyes.
“In the name of God,” cried Santley, “what does it all mean?”