"I should like not to do so; unfortunately, after what you had told me of the things that have taken place between my sister and these men, my silence might have very serious consequences for her. Hence it is better, I believe, to tell her frankly all about it, and she will be a better judge than I of the line of conduct she should pursue."
"I believe you are right, Excellency. The Señora has perhaps a great interest in knowing the contents of that letter."
"Well, let us trust in Heaven!"
It was an hour past nightfall when they reached the hatto.
They noticed with surprise an unusual movement round the house. Several fires lighted on the plain illumined the darkness. On approaching, the Count perceived that these fires were lit by soldiers, who had established their bivouac there.
A confidential servant was watching for the Count's arrival. So soon as he saw him, he handed him several letters that had arrived for him, and begged him to go at once to the Señora, who was impatiently expecting him.
"What is there new here?" he asked.
"Two fifties arrived at sunset, Excellency," the servant answered.
"Ah!" he remarked, with a slight frown. "Very good. Inform my sister that I shall be with her in an instant."
The domestic bowed and retired. The young gentleman dismounted, and went to the apartments of Doña Clara, considerably puzzled by the unforeseen arrival of these troops at a spot which apparently enjoyed great tranquillity, and where their presence was unnecessary.