"Yes, madam," he answered with emotion.
"Well, I have said it, it is a question of my heart and of yours—perhaps—Don Torribio. At our last interview, my father announced rather suddenly, both to you and me, my approaching marriage with Don Sylvio d'Arenal. I had thought you loved me—"
"Señorita!"
"But at that moment I became certain of it; I saw your sudden pallor, your voice was troubled."
"Still!—"
"I am a woman, Don Torribio; we women guess a man's love before a man himself does so."
The Indian chief gazed at her with an undefinable expression.
"A few days later," she continued, "Don Sylvio fell into an ambuscade—why did you do that, Don Torribio?"
"I wished to avenge myself on a rival, but I did not order his death."
"I knew it."