“You get to learn so much. I suppose you know that my husband has left the city.”
“No. When was that?”
“You warned him one afternoon that he was under suspicion; and he left the next night. He has gone to Paris.”
“Would to Heaven you and Miralda had gone with him,” I exclaimed.
“We were going; but Miralda was prevented.”
“How prevented?”
“Dr. Barosa and Inez arrived when all was ready, and after what they said to her, she told me she could not go.”
“But they let the visconte go?”
“And I could have gone too—but I could not leave my dear child.”
I began to get a grip of the situation now.