“I believe it,” responded Luiza, smiling vaguely.
“And he is no boy, either.”
“No.”
“But he is very well preserved.” And her eyes shone. “He might still make a woman very happy.”
“Very.”
“A very interesting man,” sighed Donna Felicidade.
“Wait an instant,” interrupted Luiza. “I am going inside; I will be back in a moment.”
“Go, child, go!”
Luiza ran to the library, and went straight to the sarcophagus. It was empty! And her letter! Good Heavens! Terrified, she called Juliana.
“Did you throw away the papers in this box?” she asked.