She believed that Bosio had been a truthful man, and each detail of what had happened fitted itself to the next, to make up the whole story which the priest had told her.

All but Bosio's love for Matilde, and in that Don Teodoro had misunderstood him.

He might have loved her in the past.

That was possible, and to the young girl's mind, in comparison with all that had recently happened, the wrong of that love dwindled to an insignificant detail.

She had not been near enough to loving the man herself to be jealous of his past.
And she was glad that he had not told Don Teodoro of his love for herself.
The rest all grew to distinctness and to the coincidence of the fact with the warning.