"Oh, Madame, there are many things which you do not know."
"Certainly, there are many things which people do not know in such cases; but come, let us come to the fact, since you yourself have proposed candour: prove to me that you really intend to speak the truth—tell me the things of which I am ignorant."
"I am quite willing to do so, Madame."
"Only I warn you that I perhaps know many of these things, and that if you wander from the right path I will pitilessly put you in it again. Does that course suit you?"
"Nothing better can be done, Madame."
"Well, speak; I promise not to interrupt you."
"You overwhelm me, Señora; but to acquaint you with the whole truth, I shall be obliged to enter into some details touching my family which, doubtless, will have little interest for you."
"I beg your pardon; I wish to be impartial, so I ought to know all."
And as she said these words, she looked stealthily towards the door of the adjoining room.
This look was not observed by the Montonero, who at this moment, his head sunk upon his breast, appeared to be collecting his thoughts.