"Still we cannot run the risk, on account of a wretched woman, of having our hair raised by the Indians."
"That's true enough."
"Is she here?"
"Yes," the gambusino said, pointing to a door; "in that room."
"Hum!"
"You remarked—"
"Nothing."
"Could we not—"
"What?"
"It is perhaps difficult," Andrés continued, with feigned hesitation.