"It is quite natural, I was myself deceived the other night.

But I'll look around to satisfy you.

Take Dona Rosita back to the veranda, Joan.

But don't be alarmed, dear--it was only an illusion." He turned away.

When his figure was lost in the entwining foliage, Dona Rosita seized Joan's shoulder and dragged her face down to a level with her own.
"It was something!" she whispered quickly.
"Who ?" "It was--HIM!" "Nonsense," groaned Joan, nevertheless casting a hurried glance around her.
"Have no fear," said Dona Rosita quickly, "he is gone--I saw him pass away--so! But it was HE--Huanson.