ve in person."
Cowed, but muttering wrathful words, the stricken wretch hurried out of the apartment, into which Juanita instantly rushed.
"Magdalena, what means this?" she cried. "I heard you uttering fearful threats against old Margarita. Calm yourself; you are strangely excited."
"O Juanita, Juanita!" cried Magdalena, the tears starting from her eyes, and wringing her fair hands. "If you knew all--if you knew the wrong that woman has done me; but not now--not now; leave me, good cousin,--leave me!"
"You are not well, dearest," said Juanita; "take my advice, go to bed and repose. To-morrow you will be calm, and to-morrow you shall tell me all."
"To-morrow! to-morrow!" muttered Magdalena. "Well, well; to-morrow you will find me!"
"Yes; I will waken you, and sit at your bedside, and laugh your griefs away. Good night, Magdalena!"
"Farewell, dearest!" said the heart-stricken girl; and Juanita left the chamber.
Before a silver crucifix, Magdalena knelt in