"You sign the cross so often."
"Because, senor—excuse me, but the morning air is excessively chilly here, and I yawn frequently."
"And you do so?——"
"For fear Satanas should dart down my throat unseen and unfelt. It is a belief—superstition you may deem it—that we have in Castile; though you, perhaps, who have, unfortunately, been educated among heretics, may know neither the dread nor the holy sign. I know that it is not used in your country, senor—because I can read."
"I should think so," said Quentin, amused by her simplicity; "is not every lady educated?"
"No—not in Spain."
"Why?"
"Lest, if handsome, they should write to their lovers."
"And yet, senora, they had the rashness to teach you."
"Do you mean that I am handsome, or that I must have lovers?"