after all that had passed between us? What had I come back to Venice for but to see them, to take them? My delight at learning they were still in existence was such that if the poor woman had gone down on her knees to beseech me never to mention them again I would have treated the proceeding as a bad joke. 'I have got them but I can't show them,' she added.
'Not even to me? Ah, Miss Tita!' I groaned, with a voice of infinite remonstrance and reproach.
She coloured and the tears came back to her eyes; I saw that it cost her a kind of anguish to take such a stand but that a dreadful sense of duty had descended upon her. It made me quite sick to find myself confronted with that particular obstacle; all the more that it appeared to me I had been extremely encouraged to leave it out of account. I almost considered that Miss Tita had assured me that if she had no greater hindrance than that———! 'You don't mean to say you made her a deathbed promise? It was precisely against your doing any thing of that sort that I thought I was safe. Oh, I would rather she had burned the papers outright than that!'
'No, it isn't a promise,' said Miss Tita.
'Pray what is it then?'
She hesitated and then she said, 'She tried to burn them, but I prevented it. She had hid them in her bed.'
'In her bed?'
'Between the mattresses. That's where she put them when she took them out of the trunk. I can't understand how she did it, because Olimpia didn't help her. She tells me so and I believe her. My aunt only told her afterwards, so that she shouldn't
