"Very well; stop here a minute, and then come on tiptoe. Till we meet again!"
"Till we meet again!" said Gonzalo, taking one of her hands and kissing it.
"I see what it is," she said, pretending to be angry; "before you come you begin to break your word."
"I did not think that your hands were included in the promise."
"Above all things," she said, with severity in her tone and a smile in her eyes.
At the end of two minutes the youth followed her, found the door ajar, and entered. Venturita's room was like its mistress, small, pretty, and seductive.
There was a sandalwood bedstead hung with brocaded silk hangings and covered with a blue silk coverlet; an ebony cabinet inlaid with ivory, which formed a desk when opened; a comfortable blue velvet armchair; a toilet table and looking-glass, also hung with silk; a mirrored wardrobe of sandalwood, like the bedstead; and a few gilt chairs completed the furniture; and the room was as redolent of sweet perfume as the sanctum of an odalisque.
"Oh, this is better than Cecilia's room!" said Gonzalo.
"When did you see that?" asked Venturita.
"A few days ago she showed it to me; bare walls, with a few second-rate pictures, a curtainless bed, a common wardrobe."