"Very well. Good-by."
Castell also stood up. More by Cristina's next words than by what I could really see, I understood that he was holding her.
"Let me go!"
"Before you go, I want the reward that my sacrifice merits. Let me kiss these glorious eyes."
"Let me go!" she repeated forcibly and fiercely.
"I have renounced all," he said as energetically, but lowering his voice; "but I swear to you I will not renounce this kiss, if it costs me my life."
"Let me go, or I shall scream."
"Scream as much as you like. If you want to make a scandal and perhaps kill your husband—his death for one kiss—I am willing."
At that moment I entered the glorieta and put my hand on his shoulder.
"Who is it? Who goes there?" he exclaimed, giving a jump that separated him widely from Cristina.