"Give up, Enrique, give up! Don't risk your life for anybody!"
I paused, stupefied. My fingers relaxed their hold and released their captive. Turning my head, I saw before me the virginal figure of Isabelita. Yes, it was she.
"Thank you very much," I said smiling.
But I was of no consequence. She did not even glance my way. With an agitated countenance, her eyes fixed upon Castell, she took his hand and led him out of the glorieta.
CHAPTER XIV.
CRISTINA was sitting down, her face hidden in her hands. I went up to her.
"Forgive me for coming in here. I was not master of myself."
"You did exactly right; thank you," she murmured, without changing her position.
We remained silent. Presently, rising abruptly, she exclaimed: