This he sewed up inside his waistcoat; it was too precious to be committed to so commonplace a depository as the purse of a belt.
The following morning, as he stepped into the carriage--Donna Elvira's own carriage of state!--he looked round on the chance and in the hope of seeing her.

She was nowhere in sight as the carriage started; but when it was turning the bend of the road, still looking back earnestly, he saw the tall figure standing on the steps of the patio.

From the black mantilla which shrouded her, she waved a hand..