Doña Rosario fixed upon her eyes moist with tears, and said, in a voice tremulous with tenderness:
"Thank you, my mother!"
Her daughter had pardoned her! The poor woman fell upon her knees on the ground and clasped her hands.
In the meantime, Don Tadeo had written a few words in haste.
"We have no time to read the note now; someone must go at once," said the count; "I undertake to convey it, only point me out the road."
"I know it," said Curumilla phlegmatically.
"Very well, in that case you shall accompany me."
"Ooch! I know a road by which we can be there in less than two hours."
"Let us begone, then."
"Watch over her!" said Louis.