Don Miguel did not appear; but presently she descried a phantom-like figure ascending the flight of steps to the veranda.

Could that be he?
If so, he was bolder in his wooing than Grace had been prepared for.

But surely that was a strange costume that he wore; nor did the unconscious harmony of the gait at all resemble the senor's self-conscious strut.

And whither was he going?
It was but too evident that he was going straight to the room occupied by Miriam! This was too much for Grace's equanimity.

She stepped out of her window, and flitted with noiseless step along the veranda.