His eye dwelt heedlessly on the cowering Carmela.

He was searching for Iris, who had been compelled by Coke and Bulmer and her uncle to take shelter behind the score of sailors who still remained at Las Flores.
"It is true, nevertheless," he said laconically.

"I knew the game was lost, so I came here to try and save a lady." "Ah--our Carmela?
You thought of her ?" "No!" Then the spell passed from Carmela.

She literally threw herself on her lover.
"Yes, it is true!" she shrieked.

"He came to save me, but I preferred to die here--with you, father--and with him." Dom Corria did not understand these fire-works, but he had no time for thought.