They became reconciled.
"Is it your wish that we go to-day?" asked Saavedra, after a moment, in an indifferent tone.
"We will wait till to-morrow.... Perhaps the luggage will come to-day," replied the young woman, anxious to make him forget her severe words.
"Come on, then, let us have a walk along the bay. It is a lovely afternoon. We will engage a felucca."[60]
"Oh yes, yes, Alfonso! I am dying for a sail!" cried Julia, clapping her hands.
"On the way you can buy the clothing that you need."
Julia, now gay as a lark, once more went to the mirror to arrange her hair.
"You can't imagine, Alfonso, how I enjoy sailing in a boat. And if there is a little swell, all the better. I am never seasick. Three years ago, mamma and I went from Santander to Bilbao...."
Just as she said those words she uttered a terrible cry, one of those that make the hair stand on end and freeze the blood of those who hear it; her comb fell from her hands; her eyes, fastened on the mirror, expressed terror and dismay.
She had seen in the mirror the door of the room open, and her brother Miguel come in.