“No,” replied Juana, “I have nothing. In making that allowance you did not reckon the costs of the children’s education. I don’t say that to reproach you, my friend, only to explain my want of money. All that you gave me went to pay masters and—”
“Enough!” cried Diard, violently. “Thunder of heaven! every instant is precious! Where are your jewels?”
“You know very well I have never worn any.”
“Then there’s not a sou to be had here!” cried Diard, frantically.
“Why do you shout in that way?” she asked.
“Juana,” he replied, “I have killed a man.”
Juana sprang to the door of her children’s room and closed it; then she returned.
“Your sons must hear nothing,” she said. “With whom have you fought?”
“Montefiore,” he replied.
“Ah!” she said with a sigh, “the only man you had the right to kill.”