Donna Micaela came up to him as quickly as she could. Now, since she had heard him, she no longer thought of keeping him back.
“Wait, wait!” she said. “I took the key.”
“You, you!” he said.
“I took it when I came. It occurred to me that I could keep you shut in here if you should want to cause an uprising. I wished to save you.”
“What folly!” he said, and snatched the key from her.
While he stood and fumbled to find the key-hole, he still had time to say something.
“Why do you not want to save me now?”
She did not answer.
“Perhaps so that your God may have a chance to destroy me.”