And you have Spicca. You might
do better, but you might do worse. Between us we might accomplish
something."
Maria Consuelo had started at Spicca's name. She seemed very nervous
that day.
"Do you know what you are saying?" she asked after a moment's thought.
"Nothing that should offend you, at least."
"No. But you are proposing that I should ally myself with the man of all
others whom I have reason to hate."
"You hate Spicca?" Orsino was passing from one surprise to another.
"Whether I hate him or not, is another matter. I ought to."
"At all events he does not hate you."
"I know he does not. That makes it no easier for me. I could not accept
his help."
"All this is so mysterious that I do not know what to say," said Orsino,
thoughtfully. "The fact remains, and it is bad enough. You need help
urgently. You are in the power of a servant who tells your friends that
you are insane and thrusts false addresses upon them, for purposes which
I cannot explain."
"Nor I either, though I may guess."
"It is worse and worse. You cannot even be sure of the motives of this
woman, though you know the person or persons by whom she is forced upon
you. You cannot get rid of her yourself and you will not let any one
else help you."
"Not Count Spicca."
"And yet I am sure that he would do much for you. Can you not even tell
me why you hate him, or ought to hate him?"
Maria Consuelo hesitated and looked into Orsino's eyes for a moment.
"Can I trust you?" she asked.
"Implicitly."
"He killed my husband."
Orsino uttered a low exclamation of horror. In the deep silence which
followed he heard Maria Consuelo draw her breath once or twice sharply
through her closed teeth, as though she were in great pain.
"I do not wish it known," she said presently, in a changed voice. "I do
not know why I told you."
"You can trust me."
"I must--since I have spoken."
In the surprise caused by the startling confidence, Orsino suddenly felt
that his capacity for sympathy had grown to great dimensions. If he had
been a woman, the tears would have stood in his eyes. Being what he was,
he felt them in his heart. It was clear that she had loved the dead man
very dearly. In the light of this evident fact, it was hard to explain
her conduct towards Orsino during the winter and especially at their
last meeting.
For a long time neither spoke again. Orsino, indeed, had nothing to say
at first, for nothing he could say co
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