In an hour she had an answer.
Bianca, of course, was ready for her whenever she might come.

Elettra quickly began to pack such things as her mistress might need immediately.
Veronica lay still, listening to Elettra's movements in the next room.
In a flash she had guessed half the truth, and reflexion now brought her most of the rest.

She remembered Don Teodoro's earnest face and the quiet eyes that had looked at her through the silver spectacles while he had been speaking.

There had been conviction in them, and even then she had felt that he believed the truth of what he said, however mistaken he might be.

And now she felt that it was not he who had spoken, but Bosio, through him, that the warning came from beyond the grave, and that she had risked her life in disregarding it.