“Why?” he asked.
Juliana opened the door.
“What do you mean by going out and leaving your work undone?” said Luiza, rising.
Juliana, who arrived smiling, stood still at the door, as if petrified; notwithstanding her naturally livid color, a sudden flush overspread her cheeks.
“Let this not happen again! Do you hear?” continued Luiza. “Your obligation is to remain in the house in the morning.”
She stopped, transfixed by a terrible glance from Juliana. Then, taking up the pitcher with trembling hand,—
“Take this and bring some water—quick!” she said.
Juliana did not move.
“Did you hear?” shouted Jorge, impatiently, giving the table a blow with his hand that made the plates rattle.
“Jorge!” exclaimed Luiza, seizing him by the arm.