Don Guzman's eyes flashed fire.
"They did well," said he; "but silence: my brother is watching us."
In fact, Don Leoncio, uneasy at this conversation apart, had guessed, with the intuition peculiar to the guilty, that he was the subject of their discussion, and exhibited signs of restlessness which all his efforts could not conceal. At last, unable to bear the suspense any longer, he approached his brother, and said to him curtly:
"What are we to do now?"
"Whatever you please," answered Don Guzman, who had been disagreeably affected by the sound of his voice after what his wife had told him.
Don Leoncio perceived the aversion his brother felt for him; he bit his lips, but dissembled his resentment.
"It is for you to decide," said he, "since it is you who have rescued us."
"I am at your service, brother. Don Diego," he continued, turning to the young man, "I trust my wife to your care. We shall most likely commence the assault at once. She and her infant must not be exposed to danger."
"Set your heart at rest: I will be answerable for them," said Diego, pressing his hand.
Before he left her, Doña Antonia threw herself once more on her husband's breast.