"Nothing, nothing, only go and let me be."
The girl stood looking at him a few more minutes, and then, flying into a rage, she dashed the scissors on the floor and said in the angry, haughty tone she knew so well how to give to her words when she liked:
"I am glad of it, for the spectacle was not very pleasant, especially just before dinner."
Then, as she turned her steps toward the door, Gonzalo retorted, with a sarcastic smile:
"And I am glad to have afforded you this pleasure."
When left alone the young man's eyes flamed with fury, his lips trembled, he crumpled the sheet with twitching fingers, and he broke into a torrent of awful interjections peculiar to the brief and terrible rages of men of sanguine temperament.
Before he had completely got over his excitement he heard a soft tap at the door, and, thinking it was his wife, he called out angrily:
"Who is it?"
The person who had knocked, alarmed doubtless by the tone of his voice, waited a minute before replying. At last a soft voice said:
"It is I, Gonzalo."