She was getting control of them--and of herself.
"Why isn't the morning good?
Speak.

Why isn't it good, Carmen ?" "Quien sabe--who knows!" she replied with exasperating coolness.
"I know--I know all; and it is enough for a lifetime," he challenged.
"What do you know--what is the 'all' ?" Her voice had lost timbre.

It was suddenly weak, but from suspense and excitement rather than from fear.
"I saw you last night with him, by the river.

I saw what you did.

I heard you say, 'Yes, to-morrow, for sure.' I saw what you did." Her eyes were busy with the knitting now.