She gave him a look of strange significance, and then bent over him.
"I am ruined, brother," she said, in a hollow voice, "for this man knows everything, and will kill me."
Don Sancho, in spite of himself, was affected by this sorrow; he adored his sister, and felt ashamed of the part he was playing at this moment before her.
"And I, too, Clara," he said to her, "know everything."
"You! Oh, you are jesting, brother."
"No, I am not; I love you, and wish to save you, even if I gave my life to do so: hence, reassure yourself, and do not fix upon me eyes haggard with grief."
"What do you know, in heaven's name?"
"I know that which probably a traitor, as you called him, has sold to your husband, that is to say, that you left the hatto, went aboard a vessel, which conveyed you to Nevis, and there—"
"Oh! Not a word more, brother," she exclaimed as she fell into his arms; "you are really well informed, but I swear to you, brother, in the name of what is most sacred in the world, that, although appearances condemn me, I am innocent."
"I know it, sister, and never doubted it; what is your intention, will you await your husband here?"