You are wild.
Sandy (dropping her hand with a sigh of relief). No, no! In
course ye didn't. I was wild, miss, wild; this drink has confused
me yer. (Pointing to his head.) There are times when I hear that
name, miss,--times when I see his face. (Sadly.) But it's when
I've took too much--too much. I'll drink no more--no more!--
to-night--to-night! (Drops his head slowly in his hands.)
Jovita (looking at DIEGO--aside). Really, I'm feeling very
uncomfortable. I'd like to ask a question of this maniac. But
nonsense! Don Juan gave me to understand Oakhurst wasn't his real
name; that is, he intimated there was something dreadful and
mysterious about it that mustn't be told,--something that would
frighten people. HOLY VIRGIN! it has! Why, this reckless vagabond
here is pale and agitated. Don Juan shall explain this mystery to-
night. But then, how shall I see him? Ah, I have it. The night
of the last festa, when I could not leave the rancho, he begged me
to show a light from the flat roof of the upper corridor, that he
might know I was thinking of him,--dear fellow! He will linger to-
night at the Mission; he will see the light; he will know that I
have not forgotten. He will approach the rancho; I shall manage to
slip away at midnight to the ruined Mission. I shall--ah, it is my
father! Holy Virgin, befriend me now with self-possession.
(Stands quietly at L., looking toward SANDY, who still remains
buried in thought, as)--
Enter DON JOSE; regards his daughter and DIEGO with a sarcastic
smile.
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