At this heavy steps were heard coming along the corridor. The door was burst open with a blow of Escobeda's fist.
"You need not scream or call upon your lover, or on anybody else. You have no one to aid you."
"No one but God, and my dear Ana here," said Raquel.
"One is about as much use as the other," said Escobeda, laughing. "Call as loud as you will, one is quite deaf and the other helpless."
Raquel rose to her feet.
"Will you leave my room?" she said with dignity.
"I will leave your room, because I have done all that I came to do."
"You have broken the child's heart, Señor," said Ana, with unwonted courage, "if that is what you came to do."
"If I can break her spirit, that is all I care for," said Escobeda.
"You will never break my spirit," said Raquel. She stood there so defiant, the color coming and going in her face, her splendid hair making a veil about her, that Escobeda looked upon her with the discriminating eye of fresh discovery.