"See! see that man who has come to take me away!"
"Never mind, preciosa; as long as I am here, no one will take you away!"
Her husband's voice and caresses brought her back to reason as by magic, and soothed her for a few moments.
The widow insisted on staying to watch that night, for it was two nights since either Juana or Miguel had gotten any sleep. The latter went and threw himself down on his bed, charging that if there were the least change, he should be called.
And in fact the widow woke him up about midnight, saying that Maximina refused to take her potion and was very restless.
He immediately arose and ran to her room. His wife, after the struggle that she had undergone with the worthy señora, was in a very agitated state, her face extremely flushed and her eyes wildly rolling. She did not know her husband. He, seeing her in that state, lost all his courage and began to weep. Then Maximina looked straight at him; her eyes soon lost that terrible look of delirium, and she sat up in bed, and leaning over toward the young man asked him:—
"Why are you weeping, light of my life? why are you weeping?"
"Because you have refused to take your medicine, and if you don't, you won't get well."
"I will take it, I will take it; don't cry, for Heaven's sake! Give it to me!"