'Not more than he does.'
'With a disabled arm?'
'For you to nurse,' replied Guebhard, with a smile on his lips and a glitter in his eye, that, had Cecil seen it, might have warned him of mischief to come; and low though they spoke, he heard his despatches referred to more than once: thus he was scarcely surprised when he changed places with Guebhard and rejoined Margarita at the piano, that, under cover of a very brilliant sonata, she questioned him about them.
'Where are those despatches about which Mattei Guebhard seems so anxious?' she asked.
'In my sabretache.'
'And it?'
'Is in my apartment,' he replied, with surprise.
'As you cannot wear it constantly, take them therefrom,' she said, in an emphatic whisper.
'Why?'
'They may be abstracted.'