She heard her father's name spoken in the King's unmistakable tones, at once harsh and muffled.
Every word came to her from the other room, as if she were present.
"Mendoza," said Philip, "I have private matters to discuss with his Highness.

I desire you to wait before the entrance, on the terrace, and to let no one pass in, as we do not wish to be disturbed." Her father did not speak, but she knew how he was bending a little stiffly, before he went backwards through the open door.

It closed behind him, and the two brothers were alone.

Dolores' heart beat a little faster, and her face grew paler as she concentrated her attention upon making no noise.

If they could hear her as she heard them, a mere rustling of her silk gown would be enough to betray her, and if then the King bade her father take her with him, all would be over, for Don John would certainly not use any violence to protect her.
"This is your bedchamber," said Philip's voice.
He was evidently examining the room, as Don John had anticipated that he would, for he was moving about.