No! It is not HIS look, now that his face changes.

I am crazy." He stopped, and passed his trembling hands across his eyes.

"Pardon, Senor," he continued, recalling himself with a humility that was almost ironical in its extravagance.

"Pardon, pardon! Yet, perhaps it is not too much to have wanted to know who was the man one has saved." "Saved!" repeated Guest, with incredulous contempt.
"Ay!" said Pereo, haughtily, drawing his figure erect; "ay, saved! Senor." He stopped and shrugged his shoulders.

"But let it pass--I say--let it pass.