“And you said I had been deceived as to your connection with....”
María turned her head and fixed her eyes on her husband’s face.
“We will not discuss the past,” he said kindly. “We must make an effort to restore you to health, and you must help us, María.”
“Help you, what to do?”
“To save you, María.”
“Aye indeed! I must try to save myself! My God! I have sinned....” She was overcome with grief.
“I am speaking of your life—of your bodily health which is in danger.”
“Oh! I do not care for the health of my body, but for that of my soul which is in peril.... A little while ago, I do not exactly know how long, I thought I was dead. Now I am alive; but I think I shall die soon ... and I am in mortal sin.”
“You dreamt it, my child, it was a dream. Be calm, do not frighten yourself.”
“In mortal sin,” repeated María putting her hands to her head. “Tell me did I dream then that you told me...?”