The alferez appeared pale and gloomy, and when he saw what was going on he threw a terrible glance at his wife, who did not move from her place but stood smiling at him cynically.
The alferez put his hand as gently as he could on the shoulder of the strange dancer and made her stop.

The crazy woman sighed and sank slowly to the floor covered with her own blood.
The silence continued.

The alferez breathed heavily, while his wife watched him with questioning eyes.

She picked up the whip and asked in a smooth, soft voice, "What's the matter with you?
You haven't even wished me good evening." The alferez did not answer, but instead called the boy and said to him, "Take this woman away and tell Marta to get her some other clothes and attend to her.

You give her something to eat and a good bed.