"In the drawer?
Here, in my room?
Why--it was--" Her head sank back, and her eyes closed.

She had nearly betrayed herself, for she was very weak.
"It was not there yesterday--I am sure of it," she said feebly.
"Give it to me," said the doctor, sternly, and he put it into his pocket.
All that day Matilde lay in her room.

Gregorio had recovered.

He came to her, and when they were alone, he reproached her bitterly and upbraided her in unmeasured language for her failure.

Veronica was alive, and his terror of the ruin before him grew stronger with the physical weakness.
He was a coward always, but he was now half mad with fear.