But Isabel snapped them asunder.

She looked at Luis.

His eyes were alight with love for her, his handsome face was transfigured with the nobility of the emotions that possessed him.

In spite of his disordered dress, he was incomparably handsome.

When he said, "Angel mio!" and bent to kiss her hand, she lifted her lovely face to his, she put her arms around his neck, she cried softly on his breast, whispering sweet little diminutives of affection and pride.