"And I dare not."
"Why?"
"Lambro would kill me if I should reveal the secret. You yourself heard his threat. I have taken a solemn oath upon the Holy Sacrament itself to preserve silence. Do not speak of this matter again, I pray you," she continued, with pain in her voice, "for, indeed, Captain Cressingham, it is no concern of yours."
And then, as if desirous of reverting to a more pleasing topic, she added,—
"I have good news for you. The signorina is now strong enough to rise and be dressed. To-morrow you shall see her."
This intelligence was more acceptable to Paul than the baton of a general. He had very little sleep that night for thinking of Barbara.
Next day at noon, Barbara having been dressed by Jacintha, was assisted by the same faithful attendant to an adjoining sitting-room, and comfortably installed in a big arm-chair placed beside an open casement which commanded a view of the sea.
How quick was the turn of her head towards the door when Paul's step sounded there! How bright her smile as she offered him her slender hand. How sweet the color that played over her cheek while she thanked him for the presents that he had sent up to her! A white rose graced her dusky hair, the flower being, as Paul noticed with secret pleasure, his gift of the previous day.
Jacintha had withdrawn on Paul's entrance. Wise creature, Jacintha! It is not every woman who will recognize herself as de trop when youth and maiden meet.
"I am glad to see you recovering, signorina."