So Love came in at the windows as Death crept up the stairs.
Before long they heard the doctors go away, but they heeded not. They only forgot each other when Cipriani de Lloseta came into the room. The Spaniard’s quick eyes read something in Eve’s face. He looked sharply at Fitz, but he said nothing of what he saw.
“So our dear lady has been taken from us,” he said quietly, with an upward jerk of the head.
Fitz nodded. Cipriani de Lloseta walked to the window and quietly drew down the blind.
“So falls the curtain,” he said, “on the little drama of my humble life.”
He turned and looked from one to the other with that sudden warmth of love which either of them seemed able to draw from him.
“Some day,” he said, “I will tell you--you two - the story, but not now.”
He stepped forward and raised Eve’s fingers to his lips. A quaint, half-Spanish grace marked the picture of Southern chivalry.
“My child,” said Lloseta, “may Heaven always bless you!” And he left them.