What indeed.
Roderic himself was conscious of a keen interest in the young man—where had he gone and what brought Georgia to his dungeon?
Plainly the time had arrived for explanations, nor did Georgia show a disposition to withhold them.
"You wonder to find me here?" she said, releasing herself from his arms.
"Naturally so."
"And disguised as—as, a man," with confusion.
"Under the conditions if you came here at all it would have to be under false colors."
"The case was desperate—it admitted of no false modesty. Leon was to be shot in the morning. I laid my plans and sought help of the only one I believed I could trust in all San Juan. Heaven bless her kind spirit, and forgive me for ever having believed she could have stooped so low as to take the heart that belonged to me."
"What! you went to Cleo?" he exclaimed.