‘Then, because God had been good to him, and had given Seraphita a soul again, her father built an orphan asylum and called it after her, “The Seraphita”; and you can see it over there, with the sun shining on it—it looks like gold.’
‘It is a pretty story, Pepita; but do you believe she had no soul?’
‘The Señora knows I am English on my father’s side, but my mother was Spanish.’
‘So you are half Spanish, and half believe it; is that so, Pepita?’
‘Yes, Señora.’
THE VOICE.
