“To be sure, what fun!—Philidor,” shouted Polito, “let us have a carriage out.—But come and meet them.”
“We will drive them out to Leganes.”
“There is nothing to see there.”
“We can show them the lunatics.”
CHAPTER XIV.
A NOCTURNAL VISIT.
The improvement in the poor saint and martyr’s condition continued all day; but in the evening she was worse again. María had a headache and became dull and melancholy. Paoletti had been with her most of the afternoon, but had talked very little, and only of unimportant trifles. Leon too, had been in her room for some length of time, and more than once.
“Listen to me,” María said to him. “I do not know whether my fancy is disturbed by fever, or whether it is an illusion of the senses but I feel....”
“What do you feel?”