“Forgive me,” he said. “I saw you weren't strong enough to bear it at first. I wanted you to eat, and then—I'd have kept it back a bit longer if I could, just till I got you to the hotel. She's going to marry him—on the third of June, Heaven knows why, though Pilar vows the girl can't be to blame, and that they've made her believe somehow she's sacrificing herself for your sake.”
“What day is this?” I asked.
“The first. The Royal Wedding was yesterday, and a terrible bomb explosion, in which the King and Queen had a narrow escape, and—but come, Ramón, I want to get you to the hotel.”
“I'm not going to the hotel,” I said. “I'm going to Madrid, to stop Carmona's marriage.”
XL
Through the Night
Dick looked at me with indulgent sympathy, as if I were a child.
“It's after eleven o'clock at night,” he said. “The train for Madrid went two hours ago, and—”