Overcome by his vigil and anxiety, he was oblivious of everything but the presence of the man who seemed to usurp the functions of his own conscience.

"Who are you, who speak thus ?" he said hoarsely, advancing upon Cranch with outstretched and anathematizing fingers.

"Who are you, Senor Heathen, who dare to dictate to me, a Father of Holy Church?
I tell you, I will have none of this.

Never! I will not! From this moment, you understand--nothing.

I will never" ...
He stopped.