The woman made no reply.
“Home!” she said to the coachman angrily.
Quentin went up to Juan.
“What’s up? May I not come in?” he asked.
“You may, of course,” replied the gardener, “but not that designing hussy.”
“Who is she?”
“The Countess. After saying all sorts of monstrous things about Rafaela and her grandfather, the hussy comes here to boast of her charity.”
“How is the Señor Marqués?”
“Very bad.”
“Has his illness been aggravated, or is it following its natural course?”