“Did you tell her you would burn them?”
“No, I didn’t—on purpose.”
“On purpose to gratify me?”
“Yes, only for that.”
“And what good will you have done me if after all you won’t show them?”
“Oh, none; I know that—I know that.”
“And did she believe you had destroyed them?”
“I don’t know what she believed at the last. I couldn’t tell—she was too far gone.”
“Then if there was no promise and no assurance I can’t see what ties you.”
“Oh, she hated it so—she hated it so! She was so jealous. But here’s the portrait—you may have that,” Miss Tita announced, taking the little picture, wrapped up in the same manner in which her aunt had wrapped it, out of her pocket.