I was dreaming of Don Teodoro and of--" She checked herself.

"Why did you not tell me that your room is damp?
You shall have another." "Excellency, if you will forgive me, it would give trouble at this time.
If you will allow me to sleep on the sofa until the weather is fine again.

I will make no noise.

You have seen--in the morning no one would know it, and I am very well there." Veronica looked at her and hesitated a moment.

In the stillness she heard a soft sound.
"What is that ?" she asked quickly.
"It is the cat," answered the maid, peering down below the level of the candle-light.
"It did not sound like the cat," said Veronica, pushing her dark, brown hair back with her slim hand, and looking down over the edge of the bed.
"It was more like a footstep," she added, with a little laugh.
But at that moment she caught sight of the Maltese cat's green eyes in shadow.