“They must be got from her, and they shall be got from her,” he said at last.
“If you could only do it, Sebastião,” said Luiza, catching his hand in hers.
“I will get them from her.”
He reflected a moment, and then said, with his habitual air of gravity,—
“I will arrange the matter with her. It would be well for her to be alone in the house. You might go to the theatre to-night. He rose, took the ‘Jornal do Commercio’ from the table, and glanced over the advertisements. You could go to the S. Carlos, that is out later than the others. They represent Faust to-night. Go to see Faust.”
“Very well,” answered Luiza with a sigh of relief.
Seated on the edge of the sofa, she listened anxiously to Sebastião while in a low voice he explained to her his plan.
She must write to Donna Felicidade, begging her to accompany her to the theatre, and send a message to Jorge to tell him they would call for him at the Hotel Gibraltar on their way. “And what about Joanna?” he ended.
Joanna had already left the house, she replied, and Juliana would therefore be alone in the house at nine o’clock.
“Do you see how easily everything can be managed?” he said, smiling.