"Good," said Tormillo. "Give her to me. We will go to Don Luis."
"Yes, you shall take her. I will remain here. Señorita, will you go with him?"
Manuela said, "I am ready."
Tormillo turned his face away, and Gil Perez with passion whispered to Manuela.
"My soul, my life, Manuela! One sign from you, and I kill him!"
he turned him her rapt face. "No
sign from me, brother—no sign from me."
"My life," sighed Gil Perez. "Soul of my soul!" She held him out her hand.
"Pray for me," she said. He snatched at her hand, knelt on his knee, stooped over it, and then, jumping up, flung himself from her.
"Take her you, Tormillo."
Tormillo took her by the hand, and they went together towards the semicircular seat, in whose centre stood Don Luis like a black statue. Soft-footed went she, swaying a little, like a gossamer caught in a light wind. Don Luis half-turned, and saluted her.