"Where?"
"Here."
"Here? Then he came back?"
"Yes."
Without waiting to hear more, she fled to their room. The lantern he had lighted shone over the stone floor, the cheerless walls, and the kinks in the roof. It was all empty—terribly empty. On the bed she perceived the belt and the coat he had left. Forgetting her jealousy, her anger, her mission, remembering only that he had returned, knowing only that her dream was ended, she stretched out her helpless arms and cried:
"Barabant! Barabant!"
Then, overcome with hunger, weariness, and the ravages of her emotion, she slipped to the floor in a heap.