“As my own soul, yes.”
“Was she a happy woman?”
“The angels in Paradise cannot be happier.”
“Yet she relinquished a great deal to come here with her husband, nor had she known him long.”
“A day is a lifetime when it is soul of one’s soul,” answered Marta, now looking steadily into his inquiring eyes with such an expression that he abruptly terminated his cross-examination.
Returning to the present and his own perplexities he said:
“That man who rode off upon my horse seems to be a sort of ‘boss’ here, in Mr. Manuel’s absence.”
“In truth, yes.”
“He declines the hospitality of Refugio to us, but my father is an old man.”
“He should be thinking of his sins,” suggested Marta.