Pereo's eyes suddenly dilated, his mouth stiffened, he staggered back against the wall.
"Who are you ?" he gasped, in uncertain English.
Believing himself the subject of some drunkard's pastime, Guest replied, savagely, "One who has enough of this d--d nonsense, and will stand no more of it from any one, young or old," and turned abruptly on his heel.
"Stay, one moment, Senor, for the love of God!" Some keen accent of agony in the old man's voice touched even Guest's selfish nature.

He halted.
"You are--a stranger here ?"--faltered Pereo.

"Yes ?" "I am." "You do not live here ?--you have no friends ?" "I told you I am a stranger.

I never was here before in my life," said Guest, impatiently.
"True; I am a fool," said the old man, hurriedly, to himself.

"I am mad--mad! It is not HIS voice.