“You at least have condemned me. And you, mademoiselle?”
“If you admit you broke your word, I should be forced to believe you; but——” and she threw up her hands with a frown of perplexity.
“But I have not admitted it,” I said.
“How can you say that in the face of this letter?” cried Inez, her fingers shaking with anger as she held it out.
“Wait, Inez. You can explain this, Mr. Donnington?”
“I cannot explain anything——”
“There, what did I say?” interposed Inez, with contemptuous scorn.
“To those who have already condemned me without explanation.”
Miralda looked at me steadily. “I have not condemned you,” she said slowly.
“Then I tell you at once that the letter I wrote was written with the full sanction of a man whose approval even the Contesse Inglesia will regard as important—Dr. Barosa.”