Nacha, gazing wide-eyed at the priest, wondered what this was all about.
"Well, you know, you understand of course—in short, it seems that your life has not been exactly—what can I say—exemplary! Perhaps I am not clear.... You know, you understand, that in this house ... where ... how shall I put it?..."
His eyes rolled upward, and he wriggled in search of elusive phrases. His arm beat the air when suddenly the desired words slipped into place, and beaming, he exclaimed, "where virtue is crystal pure! You see that you ... with your way of living ... and no ... that is to say ... well, it really will not do for you to remain here!..."
"You mean, she is putting me out of the house!" exclaimed Nacha, with indignation.
"Ah!... You understand.... Yes, you understand—precisely!..."
"Very well, I shall go today. Now be so kind as to leave me."
The priest made a well rounded bow, and went out. Scarcely had he set foot in the hall than he returned, for he had heard Nacha calling him.
"You wish...?"
Nacha had for a moment thought of throwing more light on the "crystal pure" virtue to which the priest had alluded. She would have enjoyed the relief of striking out once at least at the perversity and hypocrisy her landlady represented....
"What is it, señorita?"