"Ah!" exclaimed the marchioness, whose countenance immediately brightened up, "It is you at last, Don Emile?"
"Excuse me, Madame," he answered, "I can but very rarely come to see you."
"I know it. Like us, you are watched, and exposed to suspicion. Alas! We have only escaped the revolutionists to fall into the hands of men more cruel still."
"Have you to complain of the proceedings of Don Pablo Pincheyra, or of any of his people, Madame?"
"Oh!" answered she, with a significant smile, "Don Pablo is polite—too polite, perhaps, for me! Oh! Mon Dieu! What have I done to be thus exposed to his persecutions?"
"Have you seen my servant this morning, Madame! I ask pardon for interrogating you thus, but time presses."
"Is it of Tyro that you speak?"
"Yes, of him, Madame."
"I have seen him for a moment."
"Has he said nothing to you?"