"Tell me about it," he answered, looking away.
"Is there any need, Leonardo?"
A faint tinge of color stole into his olive cheek.
"You guessed then," he said. "Tell me, does she know? Has she any idea?"
"None."
"She does not suspect me at all?"
"No; she thinks that it was an ordinary attack by robbers, and that the carriage was to take us a little way into the interior, so that they might hold us and demand a ransom. It was her own idea; I said nothing. I feel as though I were deceiving her, but I cannot tell her. She would never look upon your face again, Leonardo."
"You must not tell her," he muttered. "Swear that you will not!"
She shook her head.
"There is no need. I am not anxious to denounce my own brother as a would-be abductor."