"Come on!" he said.
"Come on, then!" the boy repeated in a firm tone.
Doña Jesuita, who was beginning to recover her senses, perceived the departure of her son, as if in a dream.
"Rafaël! Rafaël!" she shrieked.
The young man hesitated for a second; then, with a bound, he sprang towards her, kissed her with wild tenderness, and rejoining his father, said—
"Now I can die! I have bidden adieu to my mother!"
And they went out.
The household, deeply moved by this scene, separated without communicating their impressions to each other, but all penetrated with sincere grief.
Under the caresses of her son, the poor mother had again lost all consciousness.