"Good heavens! time passes, will he never come?" she murmured, looking around with feverish impatience.
"Very soon, señora."
"I wish to be the first to see him and salute him on his arrival!"
"Unfortunately that is impossible."
"Why so?"
"Your son charged me to beg you, as well as Señora Luz, to retire into the grotto; he is anxious that you should not be present at the scene that is about to take place here."
"But," said Doña Luz, anxiously, "how shall I know if my uncle be saved or not?"
"Be assured, señorita, that you shall not remain in uncertainty long. But I beg you not to remain here. Go in, go in."
"Perhaps it will be best to do so," the old lady observed. "Let us be obedient, darling," she added, smiling on the girl; "let us go in, since my son requires it."
Doña Luz followed her without resistance, but casting furtive looks behind her, to try if she could catch a glimpse of him she loved.