“Mariana, you’re not going?” he asked in a frightened tone of voice.
She stood still.
“I’ll be back in half an hour. It won’t take me long to pack.”
“Come here, close to me, Mariana——”
“Certainly, but what for?”
“I wanted to have one more look at you.” He looked at her intently. “Goodbye, goodbye, Mariana!”
She seemed bewildered.
“Why ... what nonsense I’m talking! You’ll be back in half an hour, won’t you, eh?”
“Of course—”
“Never mind; forgive me, dear. My brain is in a whirl from lack of sleep. I must begin ... packing, too.”