“Remedios!” called Rafaela.
The child made no reply.
“Come, Remedios,” said Quentin, going over to her.
“Go away!”
“Come, you’re exhausting my patience.”
“I won’t.”
Rafaela tried to seize the girl, but she began to run, shouting:
“If you follow me, I’ll throw myself into the pool.”
And she was making for it when Quentin seized her firmly about the waist, and heedless of her shrieks and kicks, handed her over to Rafaela.
“No, no; you must go into the dark room. What a child!”