to say that we had been very base. But she remarked after a moment, in a candid, wondering way, 'How much you must want them!'
'Oh, I do, passionately!' I conceded, smiling. And this chance made me go on, forgetting my compunction of a moment before. 'How can she possibly have changed their place herself? How can she walk? How can she arrive at that sort of muscular exertion? How can she lift and carry things?'
'Oh, when one wants and when one has so much will!' said Miss Tita, as if she had thought over my question already herself and had simply had no choice but that answer—the idea that in the dead of night, or at some moment when the coast was clear, the old woman had been capable of a miraculous effort.
'Have you questioned Olimpia? Hasn't she helped her—hasn't she done it for her?' I asked; to which Miss Tita replied promptly and positively that their servant had had nothing to do with the matter, though without admitting definitely that she had spoken to her. It was as if she were a little shy, a little ashamed now of letting me see how much she had entered into my uneasiness and had me on her mind. Suddenly she said to me, without any immediate relevance:
'I feel as if you were a new person, now that you have got a new name.'
'It isn't a new one; it is a very good old one, thank heaven!'
She looked at me a moment. 'I do like it better.'
'Oh, if you didn't I would almost go on with the other!'
'Would you really?'
