Uncle Pio remained silent.
Camila said again in a tone edged with impatience:
"Who is there? Who is there weeping?"
"Doña Micaela, my lady, I beg of you to come here to me."
"Who are you and what do you want?"
"I am a poor girl. I am Estrella. I beg of you to come and help me. Do not call your maid. I pray you, Doña Micaela, to come yourself."
Camila was silent a moment, then said abruptly: "Very well," and closed the shutter. Presently she appeared around the corner of the house. She wore a thick cloak that dragged in the dew. She stood at a distance and said: "Come over here to where I am standing,—Who are you?"
Uncle Pio rose up. "Camila, it is I,—Uncle Pio. Forgive me, but I must speak to you."
"Mother of God, when shall I be free of this dreadful person! Understand: I want to see no one. I don't want to speak to a soul. My life is over. That is all."
"Camila, by our long life together, I beg of you to grant me one thing. I shall go away and never trouble you again."