I recognize him.

I forget him never." "Are you sure ?" "Have I the eyes?
the memory?
Madre de Dios! Am I a lunatico too?
Look! He have stood there--so." "Then you think he knew you were here ?" "Quien sabe ?" "And that he came here to see you ?" Dona Rosita caught her again by the shoulders, and with her lips to Joan's ear, said with the intensest and most deliberate of emphasis: "NO!" "What in Heaven's name brought him here then ?" "You!" "Are you crazy ?" "You! you! YOU!" repeated Dona Rosita, with crescendo energy.

"I have come upon him here; where he stood and look at the veranda, absorrrb of YOU.

You move--he fly." "Hush!" "Ah, yes! I have said I give him to you.

And he came, Bueno," murmured Dona Rosita, with a half-resigned, half-superstitious gesture.
"WILL you be quiet!" It was the sound of Demorest's feet on the gravel path, returning from his fruitless search.