“Castro.”
“What Castro?”
“The one who wears eye-glasses,—the banker.”
“Ah!”
“He is still in love with you.”
“He is a silly fellow,” said Luiza, laughing.
The parlor was dark and the windows were open. The growing darkness and the softness of the air diffused a sense of peace around. At that instant the sound of heavy steps was heard in the street below, and almost at the same moment a flood of light from the gas-lamp on the sidewalk streamed into the room, filling it with a soft brightness.
Leopoldina rose. “What!” she cried; “are they already lighting the gas? And my friend will be waiting for me.”
She went into the dressing-room in the dark to put on her hat and get her parasol. But to go alone,—and so far! If Juliana might accompany her.
“Of course,” answered Luiza.