He must not see us." And she moved further into the embrasure.
"You will not be able to see," said Inez anxiously.

"How can you tell me--I mean, how can you see, where you are ?" Dolores laughed softly, but her laugh trembled with the happiness that was coming so soon.
"Oh, I see very well," she answered.

"The window is wide open, you know." "Yes--I know." Inez leaned back against the wall beside the window, letting her hand drop in a hopeless gesture.

The sample answer had hurt her, who could never see, by its mere thoughtlessness and by the joy that made her sister's voice quaver.

The music grew louder and louder, and now there came with it the sound of a great multitude, cheering, singing the march with the trumpets, shouting for Don John; and all at once as the throng burst from the street to the open avenue the voices drowned the clarions for a moment, and a vast cry of triumph filled the whole air.
"He is there! He is there!" repeated Inez, leaning towards the window and feeling for the stone sill.
But Dolores could not hear for the shouting.