The girl spoke with evident reluctance.
“I cannot,” she said, “and the reason why I cannot is quite foolish, absurd. But their minds are full of it. In some way Vega learned of our meeting. He believes it was by accident, but, nevertheless, he also believes—why I can’t imagine—that you are interested in me.”
As though fearful Roddy would speak, she continued quickly. She spoke in impersonal, matter-of-fact tones that suggested that in the subject at hand she herself was in no way involved.
“My mother was already prejudiced against you because she thought that, for the sake of adventure, you were risking the life of my father. And this last suggestion of Vega’s has added to her prejudice.”
As though waiting for Roddy to make some comment or ask some question, the girl hesitated.
“I see,” said Roddy.
“No, I am afraid you cannot see,” said Inez, “unless you know the facts. I am sorry to weary you with family secrets, but, if you know them, my mother’s prejudice is more easy to understand. Colonel Vega wishes to marry me. My mother also desires it. That is why they are hostile to you.”
The young girl gave an exclamation of impatience.
“It is ridiculous,” she protested, “that such an absurd complication should be brought into a matter of life and death. But there it is. And for that reason it would be folly to tell them of your purpose. They would accept nothing from your hands. You must continue to work alone, and you must not come near me nor try to speak to me. If it is absolutely necessary to communicate with me, write what you have to tell me; or, better still, give a verbal message to Pedro.” She made an abrupt movement. “I must go!” she exclaimed. “I told them I would walk in the garden, and they may follow.”
At the thought she gave a little gasp of alarm.