When Julieta finally appeared, she took Nacha to her room.
"What is the trouble?" she exclaimed. "Something has happened! Come, tell me about it," and they sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I am running away!" Nacha said in a quivering voice.
"Running away! From whom?"
"I don't know. From Monsalvat, from Arnedo, from that awful man in the house there—from myself! I am afraid of myself, Julieta! If you knew what presentiments I have! Everything is black, and full of horror—and crimes—and ... oh, I don't know what!"
"Presentiments?"
"Yes, something horrible is going to happen to me. Julieta listen! I have a presentiment that...."
She could not go on, for her teeth chattered; her throat worked convulsively, and her eyes were starting from her head with terror. Julieta looked at her with gentle, sad eyes, and murmured affectionately to her, as to a child.
"No, no! I must tell you. You must know about it—this feeling I have almost drives me crazy! It makes me desperate!"