-See you.

– To see me?

-Yes, admire such beauty ….

– So much beauty? It seems that Mr. Rodolfo Gallant has become ….

– Oh, Jada I exclaimed getting up .- It is necessary that this be the end! …

She understood what the point was I to tell him, and stood trembling, frightened, red as a poppy. I walked on tiptoe, and supported on the back of his chair, bowed, and said softly in his ear:

-Jada: I love you! I’m dying of love! …

I replied; llevóse hands to his chest and stared into a basket before him.

-Jada …- pleaded.

Silence! Silence horrible! Emotion choked her. I could hear the beating of his heart.

-Jada, a word …. One word, for pity’s sake!

I do not want to talk, ‘he said sadly,’ I will not talk, do not you read in my eyes more than my lips could tell? Which to deny what you know! Which hide, Rodolfo, who long ago that I love him! Which deny what my eyes have said so many times!

Corsages away before him, and hid his face in his hands.

Sounded at the time the twelve in the old clock in the room, and Aunt Pepa, who was in the inner parts, appeared in the room.