As yet an embryo woman, inexperienced and ignorant, the sex's instinct was potential; she had in one plunge fathomed all that his reason had been years groping for.
Thatcher saw only that she was pained, that she was helpless: that was enough.

"It is possible that your uncle may have been deceived," he began; "many honest men have been fooled by clever but deceitful tricksters, men and women--" "Stop! Madre de Dios! WILL YOU STOP ?" Thatcher for an instant recoiled from the flashing eyes and white face of the little figure that had, with menacing and clenched baby fingers, strode to his side.

He stopped.

"Where is this application,--this forgery ?" she asked.

"Show it to me!" Thatcher felt relieved, and smiled the superior smile of our sex over feminine ignorance.