 whole ... You see I got up rather out of sorts this morning.
Unrefreshed, you know. As if tired of life.«
    The liquid blue in her eyes remained directed at me without any expression
except that of its usual mysterious immobility, but all her face took on a sad
and thoughtful cast. Then as if she had made up her mind under the pressure of
necessity:
    »Listen, amigo,« she said, »I have suffered domination and it didn't crush
me because I have been strong enough to live with it; I have known caprice, you
may call it folly if you like, and it left me unharmed because I was great
enough not to be captured by anything that wasn't really worthy of me. My dear,
it went down like a house of cards before my breath. There is something in me
that will not be dazzled by any sort of prestige in this world, worthy or
unworthy. I am telling you this because you are younger than myself.«
    »If you want me to say that there is nothing petty or mean about you, Doña
Rita, then I do say it.«
    She nodded at me with an air of accepting the rendered justice and went on
with the utmost simplicity.
    »And what is it that is coming to me now with all the airs of virtue? All
the lawful conventions are coming to me, all the glamours of respectability! And
nobody can say that I have made as much as the slightest little sign to them.
Not so much as lifting my little finger. I suppose you know that?«
    »I don't know. I do not doubt your sincerity in anything you say. I am ready
to believe. You are not one of those who have to work.«
    »Have to work - what do you mean?«
    »It's a phrase I have heard. What I meant was that it isn't necessary for
you to make any signs.«
    She seemed to meditate over this for a while.
    »Don't be so sure of that,« she said, with a flash of mischief, which made
her voice sound more melancholy than before. »I am not so sure myself,« she
continued with a curious, vanishing, intonation of despair. »I don't know the
truth about myself because I never had an opportunity to compare myself to
anything in the world. I have been offered mock adulation, treated with mock
reserve or with mock devotion, I have been fawned upon with an appalling
earnestness of purpose
