“What is all this? Leon—Gustavo—my dear children!” cried the lady, interposing with outstretched arms.
“This man,” roared Gustavo.
“Leon—what will you do next? After shutting up our darling so cruelly....”
“I—shut her up! I?” said Leon talking rather wildly. “No, there she is; I leave her to you, I make you a present of her.”
“You would not allow us to go in to see her. Thinking of that sweet martyr, I have not slept a wink all night,” said the marquis.
“Go in, all of you,” said Leon pointing to the door leading to his wife’s room. “Go in.”
And without waiting for another word, the Tellerias rushed in. A vehement sound of kissing ensued, given with a warmth and eagerness that were only natural after this enforced separation.