"Just because I wanted to do a kind act! This is what I have brought on myself by trying to do a kind act!"
"You stood at the street corner—"
"It was like this, your honor. I had gone with him as far as that. But when I saw that it was no use to try to stop him—it was striking eleven—the streets were deserted—I started to leave him indignantly, without a parting word—"
"Well, what next? Do I need tongs to drag the words out of your mouth?"
"What next? Why, your honor knows how it is at night, under the lamplight. You see and then you don't see—that's the way it is. I turned around—Don Nicasio had plunged through the doorway of his home—just by the entrance to the little lane. A cry!—then nothing more!"
"You ran forward? That was quite natural."
"I hesitated on the threshold—the hallway was so dark."
"You couldn't have done that. The woman would have recognized you by the light of the street lamp."
"The lamp is some distance off."
"You went in one after the other. Which of you shut the door? Because the door was shut immediately."