He, too, spoke in French; and as the words passed his lips I felt the soft, strong hand of Dona Orosia grasp my arm and drag me backward among the screening vines, beyond the red light of the tapers, where we could listen unseen. Melinza was laughing softly. "Senor Rivers says he cannot construe my toast to his liking; but perhaps if I give it him in the Spanish tongue he may find the interpretation more to his taste!" Then he lifted his glass again and slowly repeated the words in his own language, with a meaning glance toward the Governor. The old man drained his goblet to the dregs, and then turned a flushed face upon the Englishman and laid his hand upon his sword. My dear love had no thoughts of prudence left,--for Melinza's words had been a direct charge of cowardice,--so for all answer he took the frail goblet from the table and threw it in the younger Spaniard's face. There was a tinkle of broken glass upon the stone pavement, and Melinza wiped the red wine from his cheek. Then he held up the stained kerchief before the eyes of my dear love and spoke a few words in his softest voice. An angry smile flickered over the countenance of my betrothed; he bowed stiffly in response. The blear-eyed Governor broke in hotly, with his hand still upon his sword; his dull eyes narrowed, and the blood mounted higher in his wrinkled cheek: but his nephew laid a restraining hand upon his arm, and, with another laughing speech and a profound bow to Mr. Rivers, pointed toward the door. I saw the three of them depart through the passageway that led to the street entrance. I heard the creak of the hinges, and the clang of the bars as they fell back into place. Then a strong, sweet odour of crushed blossoms turned me faint. I loosed my hold of the screening vines and stepped backward with a sudden struggle for breath. The woman beside me caught my arm a second time and drew me still farther away down the moonlit path. "Is he aught of a swordsman, this fine cavalier of thine?" she demanded, grasping my shoulder tightly and scanning my face with her scornful eyes. Then my senses came to me: I knew what had happened--what was bound to follow; and I began to speak wildly and to pray her to prevent bloodshed between them. I scarce know what I said; but the words poured from my lips, and for very despair I checked them not. I told her of my orphan state--of that lone grave in Barbadoes, and the sad young mother who had died of a broken heart; I spoke of the long, long journey over seas, the love that had come into my life, and the dreams and the hopes that had filled our thoughts when we reached the fair, strange shores of this new country; and I prayed her, as she was a woman and a wife, to let no harm come to my dear love.