CHAPTER XVI.
BETTY SHOWS HER TEETH "Senora," said Inez, "you think that you have something against me." "No," answered Margaret, "you are--what you are; why should I blame you ?" "Well, against the Senor Brome then ?" "Perhaps, but that is between me and him.

I will not discuss it with you." "Senora," went on Inez, with a slow smile, "we are both innocent of what you thought you saw." "Indeed; then who is guilty ?" "The Marquis of Morella." Margaret made no answer, but her eyes said much.
"Senora, you do not believe me, nor is it wonderful.

Yet I speak the truth.

What you saw from the tower was a play in which the Senor Brome took his part badly enough, as you may have noticed, because I told him that my life hung on it.

I have nursed him through a sore sickness, Senora, and he is not ungrateful." "So I judged; but I do not understand you." "Senora, I am a slave in this house, a discarded slave.