"You have been here—all the while?"
"Has it been so long? I have been at work, you see."
"For the good of man," interrupted Felipe. "Time slips away when one works for the good of man."
"And all the while you were distilling this?"
"This—and other things."
"Other things to drink?"
"My daughter, had they caught me, they might have tortured me. I might have held my tongue: but, again, I might not. Under torture one never knows what will happen. But the secret of the liquor had to die with me—that is in the vow. So to be on the safe side I made—other things."
"Father, give me to drink of those other things."
She spoke scarcely above her breath: but her fingers were gripping his arm. He looked straight into her eyes.
"My poor child!" was all he said, very low and slow.