“Probably you didn’t look well. I am going to go myself.”
Amparito went out.
Cæsar was pale and absorbed; he felt that something extraordinary had happened to him. His hands trembled and things swam around him.
In a short while Amparito returned. She had a round glass box in her hand, which she said she had found in Laura’s room.
“This afternoon I am going to Our Lady of the Rock,” said Amparito. “Will you come, Cæsar?”
“Yes.”
“Then, good-bye till then.”
Amparito gave him her hand, and Cæsar kissed it. The old servant was dumfounded. Amparito burst out laughing.
“He is my beau. Hadn’t you noticed it before?”
“No,” said the old woman with a gesture of violent negation.