'But she doesn't control her own arms and legs, does she? The way she would naturally destroy her letters would be to burn them. Now she can't burn them without fire, and she can't get fire unless you give it to her.'
'I have always done everything she has asked,' my companion rejoined. 'Besides, there's Olimpia.'
I was on the point of saying that Olimpia was probably corruptible, but I thought it best not to sound that note. So I simply inquired if that faithful domestic could not be managed.
'Every one can be managed by my aunt,' said Miss Tita. And then she observed that her holiday was over; she must go home.
I laid my hand on her arm, across the table, to stay her a moment. 'What I want of you is a general promise to help me.'
'Oh, how can I—how can I? she asked, wondering and troubled. She was half surprised, half frightened at my wishing to make her play an active part.
'This is the main thing: to watch her carefully and warn me in time, before she commits that horrible sacrilege.'
'I can't watch her when she makes me go out.'
'That's very true.'
'And when you do too.'
'Mercy on us; do you think she will have done anything to-night?'
'I don't know; she is very cunning.'
'Are you trying to frighten me?' I asked.
I felt this inquiry sufficiently answered when my companion murmured in a musing, almost envious way, 'Oh, but she loves them—she loves them!'
This reflection, repeated with such emphasis, gave
