Ere she had time to wonder at it, her father came in sight.

There was a shocking change in his air and appearance, but as he was evidently going to her mother's room, she shrank back and sat motionless so as not to attract his attention.
Then she went to the parlor, and had the fire renewed and food put upon the table.

She was sure that he would need it, and she believed he would be glad to talk over with her the events of the afternoon.
The Senora was still sitting at the foot of the crucifix when her husband opened the door.

She had not been able to pray; ave and paternoster alike had failed her.

Her rebellious grief filled every corner of her heart.