They were looking so steadily down upon her that with a great leap of the heart for joy she closed her own and half turned away.

But Mazaro had not ceased.
"All is possiblee to lo-va, Senor, you shouth-a let marry hore an' tak'n 'way frone d'these plaze, Senor." "Manuel Mazaro," said M.D'Hemecourt, again rising, "you 'ave say enough." "No, no, Senor; no, no; I want tell-a you--is a-one man--_whath lo-va_ you' thaughter; an' I _knowce_ him!" Was there no cause for quarrel, after all?
Could it be that Mazaro was about to speak for Galahad?
The old man asked in his simplicity: "Madjor Shaughnessy ?" Mazaro smiled mockingly.
"Mayor Shaughness'," he said; "oh, no; not Mayor Shaughness'!" Pauline could stay no longer; escape she must, though it be in Manuel Mazaro's very face.

Turning again and looking up into Galahad's face in a great fright, she opened her lips to speak, but-- "Mayor Shaughness'," continued the Cuban; "_he_ nev'r-a lo-va you' thaughter." Galahad was putting the maiden back from the door with his hand.
"Pauline," he said, "it's a lie!" "An', Senor," pursued the Cuban, "if a was possiblee you' thaughter to lo-va heem, a-wouth-a be worse-a kine in worlt; but, Senor, _I_"-- M.D'Hemecourt made a majestic sign for silence.

He had resumed his chair, but be rose up once more, took the Cuban's hat from the table and tendered it to him.
"Manuel Mazaro, you 'ave"-- "Senor, I goin' tell you"-- "Manuel Mazaro, you"-- "Boat-a Senor"-- "Bud, Manuel Maz"-- "Senor, escuse-a me"-- "Huzh!" cried the old man.

"Manuel Mazaro, you ave deceive' me! You 'ave _mocque_ me, Manu"-- "Senor," cried Mazaro, "I swear-a to you that all-a what I sayin' ees-a"-- He stopped aghast.