Luis might have found some messenger to bring her a word of his love and life.

What was love worth that did not annihilate impossibilities! However, it consoled her a little to carry Jack's letter to his mother.
The Senora had taken her morning chocolate and fallen asleep.

When Isabel awakened her, she opened her eyes with a sigh, and a look of hopeless misery.

These pallid depressions attacked her most cruelly in the morning, when the room, shabby and unfamiliar, gave both her memory, and anticipation a shock.
But the sight of the letter flushed her face with expectation.

She took it with smiles.