Panfilo is dead and
gone--rightly or wrongly, I don't know. What I dread now is
further consequences."
"Don't weaken on my account."
"No! I'm not thinking of the consequences to you or to me. You are
the kind of man who can protect himself, I'm sure; your very
ability in that direction frightens me a little on Jose's account.
But"--she sighed and lifted her round shoulders in a shrug--
"perhaps time will decide this question for us."
Dave laughed with some relief. "I think you've worried yourself
enough over it, ma'am," he said; "splitting hairs as to what's
right and what's wrong, when it doesn't matter much, in either
case. Suppose you continue to think it over at your leisure."
"Perhaps I'd better. And now"--Alaire extended her hand--"won't
you and Montrosa come to see me once in a while? I'm very
lonesome."
"We'd love to," Dave declared. He had it on his lips to say more,
but at that moment an eager whinny and an impatient rattle of a
bridle-bit came from the driveway, and he smiled. "There's her
acceptance now."
"Oh no! She merely heard your voice, the fickle creature."
Alaire watched her guest until be had disappeared into the
shadows, then she heard him talking to the mare.
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