He heard a key turned in the lock.
Roderic braced himself for a struggle, not knowing but what one of the most vindictive Spaniards, Roblado perhaps, had crept back, resolved to have a dark revenge.
Thus, half crouching on the steps, he awaited the opening of the door.
Now it moved.
He had a glimpse of a flaring candle held in a small hand, and then came sudden darkness, for a draught from the cellar had snuffed out the flame.
But Roderic had in that one glance seen enough to arouse the most delightful sensations within his heart.
A voice, low and soft but sweeter than a breath from Cathay reached his ears and set the music throbbing in his heart.
"Senor Roderic—hola, it is I!"
"God bless you—I am here within reach. Hold steady and let me touch you, lest I believe I am only dreaming, my darling."