Dear mother, here is Rachela with a cup of chocolate, and you will sleep and grow strong before morning." But the Senora, though she suffered her daughter's caresses, did not answer them, neither did she speak to her husband, though he opened the door for her and stood waiting with a face full of anxious love for a word or a smile from her.

And the miserable wife, still more miserable than her husband, noticed that Isabel did not follow her.

Never before had Isabel seemed to prefer any society to her mother's, and the unhappy Senora felt the defection, even amid her graver trouble.
But Isabel had seen something new in her father that night; something that touched her awakening soul with admiration.

She lingered with him and Antonia, listening with vague comprehension to their conversation, until Rachela called her angrily; and as she was not brave enough for a second rebellion that night, she obediently answered her summons.
An hour afterwards, Antonia stepped cautiously within her room.

She was sleeping, and smiling in her sleep.