But through the lattices two sorrowful women also watched their departure.

The Senora, as wakeful as her husband, had heard the slight movements, the unusual noises of that early hour, and had divined the cause of them.

She looked at Rachela.

The woman had fallen into the dead sleep of exhaustion, and she would not have to parry her objections and warnings.

Unshod, and in her night-dress, she slipped through the corridor to the back of the house, and tightly clasping her rosary in her hands, she stood behind the lattice and watched her boy away.
He turned in his saddle just before he passed the gate, and she saw his young face lifted with an unconscious, anxious love, to the very lattice at which she stood: In the dim light it had a strange pallor.