“Fernan Perez? What do you want?”

“Ravishing Rosarda, I need you.”

“I am the wife of Don José Cuchillo—the Moor.”

“Dona Rosarda Castilda Cuchillo, I love you.”

“Sh——! My husband will be back directly.”

Stretched at ease before a pier-glass, Miss Sinquier grew enthralled.

An hour sped by.

The room was almost dark.

Don José would wish his revenge.

“Rosarda.”