Thus they made their way back to the spot where they had left the coach. As they drove back, still she talked, while he, as they got nearer to the town, turned even paler than before; nor could he even smile.
Seeing him thus, with despair in every feature, Clementina at last ceased talking so lightly, and, moved with pity, she again kissed him tenderly. But he shrank from her touch; he gently pushed her away, saying:
"Leave me alone—leave me. You only hurt me more."
Two tears rose to his eyes and remained there without falling. At last they dried away, or returned to the hidden fount whence they had sprung.
They reached the Alcalá gate once more. Clementina bid the driver stop at the corner of the Calle de Serrano:
"You had better get out here. You are close to your own house."
Raimundo, speechless, opened the door.
"Till Saturday, Mundo. Do not fail me. You know I shall look for you." And she grasped his hand tightly.
He, without looking at her, merely said:
"Good-bye."