Sebastião’s thoughts, meanwhile, dwelt silently on the dead woman upstairs.
“Stupid country, stupid life!” growled Julião.
A carriage stopped at the door.
“The prince and princess have returned!” said Julião.
Jorge was helping Luiza out of the carriage, when Sebastião, opening the door, said abruptly,—
“Something very serious has happened.”
“Fire?” asked Jorge, turning around in alarm.
“No; Juliana’s aneurism has burst,” said Julião in the shadow of the doorway.
“The devil!” exclaimed Jorge in amazement, as he hastily looked for the money to pay the driver.
“I shall not go in,” exclaimed Donna Felicidade, showing her face, muffled in a veil, at the carriage door. “I shall not enter!”