"It is fate, Senor," said she, again casting down her eyes, and spreading out her hands as in resignation, "fate which left Texas and Mexico not always one." "That may be," said Mr.Calhoun.

"Perhaps fate, also, that those of kin should cling together." "How can a mere woman know ?" My lady shrugged her very graceful and beautiful shoulders--somewhat mature shoulders now, but still beautiful.
"Dear Senora," said Mr.Calhoun, "there are so many things a woman may not know.

For instance, how could she know if her husband should perchance leave the legation to which he was attached and pay a visit to another nation ?" Again the slight flickering of her eyes, but again her hands were outspread in protest.
"How indeed, Senor ?" "What if my young aide here, Mr.Trist, should tell you that he has seen your husband some hundreds of miles away and in conference with a lady supposed to be somewhat friendly towards--" "Ah, you mean that baroness--!" So soon had the shaft gone home! Her woman's jealousy had offered a point unexpectedly weak.

Calhoun bowed, without a smile upon his face.
"Mr.Pakenham, the British minister, is disposed to be friendly to this same lady.

Your husband and a certain officer of the British Navy called upon this same lady last week in Montreal--informally.