the Rock. I learnt English. All to no avail. Lorenza was gone.
Nino never said anything--he merely stayed by my side--but I think
that something--some fibre had broken within him while he held the
sheet that first night, sailing across the Bay in a gale of wind.

"Thus--for a year. Then came a letter from Cadiz. Lorenza was
there, alone with her child. Her husband had deserted her in
England, and she had got back to Cadiz. We went to her, Nino and I,
in our boat. We brought her back; but she was no longer Lorenza.
Our grief, our love were nothing to her. She was like a woman hewn
out of marble. Maria! how I hated that man! You cannot understand-
-you Englishmen. Though there is something in your eyes, senor,
which makes me think that you too could have felt as I did.

"From Lorenza I learnt his name, and without telling her, I went
across to Gibraltar. I inquired and found that he was there--there
in Gibraltar. Almost within my grasp--think of that! At once I was
cunning. For we are a simple people, except when we love or hate!"

"Yes," said Cartoner, speaking for the first time. "I know."

"In an hour I knew where he lived. His father was an English groom
who had set up large breeding stables in Gibraltar, and was a rich
man. The son had the pretension of being a gentleman. He had been
in England they told me for a year, buying stud-horses--and--and
something else. He was married. Ah-ha! He had been married three
years before he ever saw Lorenza, and the ceremony which had been
observed in the English Church at Seville was a farce. My heart was
hot within me; hot with the hatred for this man, and I sat in the
Cafe Universal, which you know! Yes, you know everything. I sat