Then I will brave the danger; it can be no worse than this agony of suspicion and suspense.
I turned towards her. Her head was bent to one side. She was crushing an orange-flower between her fingers, and her eyes seemed to follow the dropping fragments.
How beautiful was she at that moment!
“The artist certainly has not flattered you.”
She looked at me with a bewildered expression. Oh, those swimming eyes!
She did not understand me.
I repeated the observation.
“Señor Capitan, what do you mean?”
“That the painter has not done you justice. The portrait is certainly a likeness, yet the expression, I think, should have been younger.”
“The painter! What painter? The portrait! What portrait, Señor?”