"You would do well. Heavens! how shameful for a woman to be so brazen!... How much better it would be for her to die!"
The frown vanished from Miguel's brow; he looked tenderly at his wife, and feeling that such a talk was both useless and out of place, he kissed her hand, and said:—
"Why should we need to talk about the evil things that are done in the world? Fortunately, I have found a means of salvation: it is this hand; I will cling hold of it and be sure of being true and pure all my life long."
"You ought to ask forgiveness of God."
"I ask forgiveness of God and you, too?"
"As for me, I freely grant it."
"Then God will, also."
"How can you know that?... Ah, how foolish I am! I had forgotten that you went to confession only a few days ago."
"Yes; that was the way," said Miguel, who had likewise forgotten about it.
Afterwards, they talked about their domestic arrangement, their furniture, and the servants that they needed to hire.