"No, do not go in yet, he has a visitor with him."
"Who is it?"
"The Señor Evaña is with him."
Then Don Ciriaco, leaving her, walked softly up to the sala window, which was wide open, and bent down, apparently intent upon the examination of the flowers growing beneath it.
"Don Ciricao!" called Magdalen, "come here, there are some much finer roses at the other side."
"The time has now come. The people that has not now the courage to strike for freedom is unworthy to become a nation."
Don Ciriaco had heard the rustling of paper, he had heard the above words read in a low voice by Don Alfonso. It was enough, he left the window and went back to Magdalen.
"Your uncle, Don Francisco, when do you expect him here?" he asked her brusquely.
Magdalen turned pale, looked at him with frightened eyes, and then said hurriedly: