In a moment they were in the library where they found Cousin Peligros in an easy chair with folded hands and the face of a very early Christian martyr.
"I have never been treated like this before," she said severely.
Sarrion stood at the window, keeping Juanita in.
"It will be all over in a few minutes," he said. "Holy Virgin! What a lesson for them."
The din was terrible. The lady of delicate hearing placed her hands over her ears not forgetting to curl her little finger in the manner deemed irresistible by her generation. Quite suddenly the firing ceased as if by the turning of a tap.
"There," said Sarrion, "it is over. Marcos said they were to be taught a lesson. They have learnt it."
He quitted the room taking his hat which he had thrown aside.
Juanita went to the terrace. She could see nothing. The whole valley was hidden in smoke which rolled upward in yellow clouds. The air choked her. She came back to the library, coughing, and went towards the door.
"Juanita," said Cousin Peligros, "I forbid you to leave the room. I absolutely refuse to be left alone."
"Then call your maid," said Juanita, patiently.