"Angelus Domini nuntiavit Mariœ," said Antonio, with bowed head. And Isabel responded:
"Et concepit de Spiritu sancto."
When the pious exercise was finished she said:
"It is time to go."
"No," cried Antonio, suddenly perceiving that she had picked up her cloak and mantilla. "You must not go."
"I must go," she said, smiling gently. "Antonio, things are changed indeed. In the old days your great aim was to drive me away."
"You must not go," he said, with the utmost energy. "The Duchess of Ribeira Grande is at the guest-house, with servants. There is room for you and for your friend the Dominican sister. You need rest, until to-morrow. You must not go."
She shook her head, still smiling gently, and held out her hand.
"Good-bye, Antonio," she said.
He took the hand; but instead of grasping it and letting it fall he held it, and said once more: