Luis ran to meet her.

He drew the couch close to the hearth; he helped Antonia arrange her comfortably upon it.

He made her tea, and kissed her hands when he put it into them.

And then Isabel made Luis a cup, and cut his tamales, and waited upon him with such pretty service, that the happy lover thought he was eating a meal in Paradise.
For a few minutes it had been only this ordinary gladness of reunion; but it was impossible to ignore longer the anxiety in the eyes that asked him so many questions.

He took two letters from his pockets and gave them to the Senora.