Could he keep Manuel and Pepe and Dominguez from talking to the milkman--that leaking sieve, that gabbling brute of a Shipley, for whose sake she had cast off her old servant that very day?
She looked at him with cold astonishment, but without fear.

Was he drunk with aguardiente, or had his jealousy turned his brain?
He continued gasping, but still pressing his hat against his breast.
Ah, he saw it all! Yes, it was to-day, the day he left.

Yes, she had thought it safe to cast Miguel off now--now that HE was gone! Without in the least understanding him, the color had leaped to her cheek, and the consciousness of it made her furious.
"How dare you ?" she said, passionately.

"What has that stranger to do with my affairs or your insolence ?" He stopped and gazed at her with a certain admiring loyalty.

"Ah! so," he said, with a deep breath, "the senora is the niece of her uncle.