She feared, too, for Felix.

He, of all men, should be saved from committing such an act.
With this a sudden resolve born of her fears and shattered nerves took possession of her.

She would not only see her husband whenever he came, but she would send word in the morning to Stephen to redouble his search, leaving no stone unturned until he was found.
Nothing of all this did she say to Martha, who helped her dress, watching the dark circles beneath the eyes.

Breakfast over, she silently took her seat by the window, drew from the big paper box at her feet her several pieces of lace, including the mantilla, and began to work.
As she held up to the light the ragged tear in the Spanish lace, and noted the width and length of the gash in its delicate texture, her heart sank.

She saw at a glance that she could not finish it before closing time, even if she devoted the whole day to its repair.