Mariquita glanced at him as if puzzled. "I told her that my mother never became a Catholic," she answered.
"That pleased her?"
"I don't know. She did not seem pleased or displeased."
"She did not seem glad that I had not insisted that my wife should be Catholic?"
"She may have been glad—I did not see that she was."
"You did not think she would have been angry if she had heard I had insisted that my wife should be Catholic?"
"No; that did not appear to me."
So far as Mariquita's information went, it satisfied her father. Only it was a pity Sarella should know that her aunt had not adopted his own religion.
Mariquita had not probed the motive of his questions. Direct enough of impression, she was not penetrating nor astute in following the hidden working of other persons' minds.
"It is," he remarked, "a good thing Sarella came here."