And Inez heard that, too, for she was leaning far forward upon the broad stone sill to listen for the sound of Don John's voice.

She drew back with a springing movement, and a sort of cry of pain.
"Some one is laughing at me!" she cried.

"Some one is laughing because I am trying to see!" Instantly Dolores drew her sister to her, kissing her tenderly, and soothing her as one does a frightened child.
"No, dear, no! It was not that--I saw what it was.

Nobody was looking at you, my darling.

Do you know why some one laughed?
It hurt me, too.