Senor, oh' no." The old man smiled bitterly.
"_Non ?_" he asked.
"Oh, no, Senor!" Mazaro drew his chair closer.

"Senor;" he paused,--"eez a-vary bath-a fore-a you thaughter, eh ?" "W'at ?" asked the host, snapping like a tormented dog.
"D-theze talkin' 'bou'," answered the young man; "d-theze coffee-howces noth a goo' plaze-a fore hore, eh ?" The Irishman and the maiden looked into each other's eyes an instant, as people will do when listening; but Pauline's immediately fell, and when Mazaro's words were understood, her blushes became visible even by moonlight.
"He's r-right!" emphatically whispered Galahad.
She attempted to draw back a step, but found herself against the shelves.

M.D'Hemecourt had not answered.

Mazaro spoke again.
"Boat-a you canno' help-a, eh?
I know, 'out-a she gettin' marry, eh ?" Pauline trembled.

Her father summoned all his force and rose as if to ask his questioner to leave him; but the handsome Cuban motioned him down with a gesture that seemed to beg for only a moment more.
"Senor, if a-was one man whath lo-va you' thaughter, all is possiblee to lo-va." Pauline, nervously braiding some bits of wire which she had unconsciously taken from a shelf, glanced up--against her will,--into the eyes of Galahad.