He could only reply that she had not yet told him what she had heard. "Well," she said scornfully, "that my husband has been cruelly imposed upon--imposed upon by some wretched woman, who has made him sacrifice his property, his friends, his honor--everything but me!" "Everything but whom?" gasped Poindexter. "But ME!" Poindexter gazed at the sky, the air, the deserted corridor, the stones of the _patio_ itself, and then at the inexplicable woman before him. Then he said gravely, "I think you know everything." "Then if my husband has left me all he could--this property," she went on rapidly, twisting her handkerchief between her fingers, "I can do with it what I like, can't I?" "You certainly can." "Then sell it," she said, with passionate vehemence. "Sell it--all! everything! And sell these." She darted into her bedroom, and returned with the diamond rings she had torn from her fingers and ears when she entered the house. "Sell them for anything they'll bring, only sell them at once." "But for what?" asked Poindexter, with demure lips but twinkling eyes. "To pay the debts that this--this--woman has led him into; to return the money she has stolen!" she went on rapidly; "to keep him from sharing infamy! Can't you understand?" "But, my dear madam," began Poindexter, "even if this could be done"-- "Don't tell me 'if it could'--it _must_ be done. Do you think I could sleep under this roof, propped up by the timbers of that ruined _tienda_? Do you think I could wear those diamonds again, while that termagant shop-woman can say that her money bought them? No! If you are my husband's friend you will do this--for--for his sake." She stopped, locked and interlocked her cold fingers before her, and said, hesitating and mechanically, "You meant well, Captain Poindexter, in bringing me here, I know! You must not think that I blame you for it, or for the miserable result of it that you have just witnessed. But if I have gained anything by it, for God's sake let me reap it quickly, that I may give it to these people and go! I have a friend who can aid me to get to my husband or to my home in Kentucky, where Spencer will yet find me, I know. I want nothing more." She stopped again. With another woman the pause would have been one of tears. But she kept her head above the flood that filled her heart, and the clear eyes fixed upon Poindexter, albeit pained, were undimmed.