Every one thought that a few hours might be given to family love and family joy.
It would be good to have the memory of them in the days that were fast coming.

So they sat long over the sweetmeats, and fresh figs, and the pale wines of Xeres and Alicante.

And they rose up with laughter, looking into each others' faces with eyes that seemed to bespeak love and remembrance.

And then they went from the table, and saw not Destiny standing cold and pitiless behind them, marking two places for evermore vacant.
There was not much siesta that day.

The Senora, Isabel and Jack sat together; the Senora dozed a little, but not enough to lose consciousness of Jack's presence and Jack's voice.