“Hush, hush! Tell me what the doctor said. What did he say?”
“That is what I came here to tell you, Mercedes. Ramon is—dead.”
Not a trace of surprise manifested itself in her face as she looked up into her brother’s eyes. Then she slowly raised herself to her elbow, thence to a sitting posture, and thus she leaned against the rustic bench, still looking into her brother’s eyes.
“Did the doctor find—does the doctor know—did he discover what it was—that killed—Ramon?” she asked hesitatingly.
“Why, yes,” replied Danton. “He said that death was due to heart failure.”
“Thank God!”
“Why, Mercedes, what do you mean?”
“What do I mean? You ask me that?”
“Do you mean to tell me——”
“Hush, my brother. Did you think I did not know?”