"I shall not go--just yet. Perhaps I may wait till
the rest are going."

"Good-morning, senor," said Lopez, walking away.

Harry stood rooted to the spot.

As Lopez walked off, he felt that he had got hold of something which
might be used against Katie. "Another"--he said to himself--"another poor
fool who has become infatuated, like myself, but now the power is mine,
and I will use it. Yes; perhaps she herself may feel toward this man
something of what I feel toward her. If so--if so--I'll drag the secret
out of her. But, by heaven! that poor fool is standing there yet. There's
a mad lover for you! Ha, ha! Is he any worse than I have been? Let me
see. Suppose I had been taken prisoner as he has been, shut up with her
in a castle, then freed; would I not long to see her? Would not liberty
be useless without her? That man can't leave his prison-house. She is
here--she is here; that's enough. Yet what is she to him? Is not this man
Ashby's friend? I saw them meet at the hotel in Burgos as I watched
Ashby. They greeted like brothers, and went off together for the night.
And _he_--why, he has fallen in love with his friend's betrothed! his
friend's--ha, ha!--betrothed--ha, ha!--and, by Jove! why not? That girl
could make a saint fall in love with her. That girl--why she oughtn't to
be allowed to go at large, and therefore I've shut her up; and shut up
she shall be for the remainder of her days, like a good Spanish wife. But
I must have a few more words with my moon-struck lover."

With these thoughts Lopez sauntered back to where Harry was standing,
fixed upon the spot where he had left him.

"Pardon, senor," said he, "but it seems to me that you take a deep
interest in the senorita. May I ask if she is a relative? In that case
some allowance might be made: she might not object to see a relative."

"Oh," said Harry, eagerly, his whole face gleaming with joy, "she will
never object to see _me_. Ask her; ask her. She will be delighted to see
_me_."

At this there were two distinct feelings struggling for the mastery in
the breast of the Spaniard; one was exultation at the ready way in which
Harry had fallen into his trap; the other was one of jealousy at Harry's
easy confidence. He had never felt such confidence at finding a welcome
reception from Katie. However, he was now on the right track, and he
determined to follow it up.

"Are you a relative of the lady's?" he asked.

"Well, no--not exactly a relative," said