But there was something amiss with Father Muro--the usual lack of naturalness in those who lead a life that is against Nature.
Father Muro was afraid that Sarrion could not see Juanita.

It was not within his province, but he knew that it was against the rules.

Then he remembered that he had seen a letter addressed to the Count de Sarrion.
It was lying on the table at the refectory door, where letters intended for the post were usually placed.

It was doubtless from Juanita.

He would fetch it.
Sarrion took the letter and read it, with a pleasant smile on his face, while Father Muro watched him with those eyes that seemed to want something they could not have.
"Yes," said the Count at length, "it is from Juanita de Mogente." He folded the paper and placed it in his pocket.
"Did you know the contents of this letter, my father ?" he asked.
"No, my son.