of that thinly peopled district. Some broken memories dwell in my mind of the day breaking over the plain, of the cart stopping, of arms that helped me down, of a bare room into which I was carried, and of a swoon that fell upon me like sleep.
The next day and the days following the old priest was often at my side with his snuff-box and prayer book, and after a while, when I began to pick up strength, he told me that I was now on a fair way to recovery, and must as soon as possible hurry my departure; whereupon, without naming any reason, he took snuff and looked at me sideways. I did not affect ignorance; I knew he must have seen Olalla. "Sir," said I, "you know that I do not ask in wantonness. What of that family?"
He said they were very unfortunate; that it seemed a declining race, and that they were very poor and had been much neglected.
"But she has not," I said. "Thanks, doubtless, to yourself, she is instructed and wise beyond the use of women."
"Yes," he said; "the Señorita is well-informed. But the family has been neglected."
"The mother?" I queried.
"Yes, the mother too," said the Padre, taking snuff. "But Felipe is a well-intentioned lad."
"The mother is odd?" I asked.
"Very odd," replied the priest.
"I think, sir, we beat about the bush," said I. "You must know more of my affairs than you allow. You must know my curiosity to be justified on many grounds. Will you not be frank with me?"