Ah! it is well!" he said passionately, producing a letter from his bosom.

"Look! Do you call this honor?
Look how you keep your compact!" Poindexter coolly took the letter.

It contained a few words of gentle dignity from Mrs.Tucker, informing Don Jose that she had only that instant learned of his just claims upon Los Cuervos, tendering him her gratitude for his delicate intentions, but pointing out with respectful firmness that he must know that a moment's further acceptance of his courtesy was impossible.
"She has gained this knowledge from no word of mine," said Poindexter, calmly.

"Right or wrong, I have kept my promise to you.

I have as much reason to accuse you of betraying my secret in this," he added coldly, as he took another letter from his pocket and handed it to Don Jose.
It seemed briefer and colder, but was neither.