He had sought to read her countenance during that brief glance, but there was a something in its dark depths he could not quite understand.
"My daughter, hast thou been of late with that Protestant girl, by name Mary Irving ?" "I have seen her twice since last confession." "Where did you meet her ?" "Once at Senora Perraras, and once she came for me, to walk with her." "Answer truly.

Upon what subjects did you converse ?" Inez seemed striving to recall some portion of what had past.

At last she said, "Indeed, Padre, I cannot remember much she said.

It was mostly of birds, and trees, and flowers, and something, I believe, about this beautiful town, as she called it." "Think again.

Did she not speak lightly of the blessed church, and most holy faith?
Did she not strive to turn you to her own cursed doctrines, and, above all, did she not speak of me, your Padre, with scorn ?" "No, my Father, most truly she did not." Again she raised her eyes to his face.