Doña Paula was at a loss to know how to proceed, and remained silent.
At the end of some minutes she took up the thread afresh.
"The trousseau will be completely finished in this month of August, and I do not think you will be married for some months."
"Some months?"
"I think so. I believe Gonzalo does not wish the day to be so soon," said the señora with a trembling voice.
"Has he told you so?"
"Yes, he has told me so—I mean—no, he has not told me so—but I have guessed it from certain things—from some indirect remarks."
Doña Paula was here overpowered with a feeling of suffocation. Fortunately Cecilia could not see the flaming color of her cheeks.
"I should like to know what those remarks were," returned the girl in a firm voice.
"Don't ask me, child of my soul!" exclaimed the señora, bursting into tears.