"You did not think she would have been angry if she had heard I had insisted that my wife should be Catholic?" "No; that did not appear to me." So far as Mariquita's information went, it satisfied her father. Only it was a pity Sarella should know that her aunt had not adopted his own religion. Mariquita had not probed the motive of his questions. Direct enough of _impression_, she was not penetrating nor astute in following the hidden working of other persons' minds. "It is," he remarked, "a good thing Sarella came here." "Poor thing! She had no home left--it was natural she should think of coming to her aunt." "Yes, quite natural. And good for you also." "I was not lonely before--" "But if I had died?" Mariquita had never thought of his dying; he was as strong as a tree, and she could not picture the range without him. "I never thought of you dying. You are not old, father." "Old, no! But suppose I had died, all the same--before Sarella came--what would you have done?" "I never thought of it." "No. That would have been out of place. But you could not have lived here, one girl all alone among all the men." "No, of course." "Now you have Sarella. It would be different." "Oh, yes; if she wished to go on living here--" "If she went away to live somewhere else you could go with her." Mariquita did not see that that would be necessary, but she did not say so. She was not aware that her father was endeavoring to habituate her mind to the permanence of Sarella's connection with herself. "Of course," he said casually, "you might marry--at any time." "I never thought of that," the girl answered, and he saw clearly that she never _had_ thought of it. Gore would, he perceived, not have her for the asking; might have a great deal of asking to do, and might not succeed after much asking. It was not so clear to him that Gore himself was as well aware of that as he was. That she had never had any thoughts of marriage pleased him, partly because he would not have liked Gore to get what he wanted, so easily, and partly because it satisfied his notion of dignity in her--his daughter. It was really his own dignity in her he was thinking of. All the same, now that he knew she was not thinking of marrying the handsome stranger, he felt more clearly that (if Gore's "conditions" were suitable) the marriage might suit him--Don Joaquin. "There are," he observed sententiously, "only two ways for women." "Two ways?" "Marriage is the usual way. If God had wanted only nuns, He would have created women only. That one sees. Whereas there are women and men--so marriage is the ordinary way for women; and if God chooses there should be more married women than nuns, it shows He doesn't want too many nuns." The argument was new to Mariquita: she was little used to hear _any_ abstract discussion from her father. "You have thought of it," she said; "I have never thought of all that."