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He knew where to find the chair that stood on the balcony just outside his window and sat down to listen for the rumble of the carriage across the bridge. He turned his head at the sound of a window being opened and Perro who lay at his feet lifted his nose and sniffed gently. A shaft of light lay across the balcony at the far end of the house. Juanita had opened her shutters.
I wish I had some oranges." "They would be good," said Juanita, bringing another glass of jelly and water for Daisy. And then she sat down, and sang softly; hymns in French and English; sweet and low, and soothing in their simple and sometimes wild melody. They soothed Daisy. After a time, wearied and exhausted by all her long day of trial, she did forget pain in slumber.
"Why, you know, Juanita," said the child wistfully, "they dress up the people to look like the pictures; and they have put me in some very pretty pictures; and in one I am to be beautifully dressed to look like Queen Esther with mamma's jewels all over me. And there is another little girl who would like to have that part, and I do not want to give it to her."
As the Juanita drew near, Virginia saw the square figure and clean, smooth-shaven face of Captain Lige standing in front of his wheel-house Peace crept back into her soul, and she tingled with joy as the bells clanged and the bucket-planks churned, and the great New Orleans packet crept slowly to the Barbara's side. "You ain't goin' in, Brent?" shouted the Barbara's captain.
The girls passed through whispering and laughing among themselves. Two nuns led the way. Sor Teresa followed the last two girls, looking straight in front of her between the wings of her great cap. One of the last pair was Juanita. She walked listlessly, Marcos thought. He rose and went towards the archway leading from the inner patio to the cloisters.
Sarrion walked to the Calle de la Dormitaleria, a little street running parallel with the city walls, eastward from the Cathedral gates. There he learnt that Sor Teresa was out. The lay-sister feared that he could not see Juanita de Mogente. She was in class: it was against the rules. Sarrion insisted. The lay-sister went to make inquiries. It was not in her province. But she knew the rules.
"I shall go and place some flowers on his grave," said Juanita, as they sat on the terrace after luncheon and Sarrion smoked his cigarettes. "Now that I have forgiven him." Marcos was sitting sideways on the broad balustrade, swinging one foot in its dusty riding-boot. He could see Juanita from where he sat. He usually could see her from where he elected to sit.
"No, no," sobbed Juanita. "I do not know. I do not know even whether she is gone. She went out this afternoon for a little walk. But she did not come back. After it grew dark, I was frightened. I remembered that you were here and called up, but you were out. Then I saw that policeman. I told him. He has others working with him now. But I could not find you until now I saw a light here.
Who Miss Daisy think be so pleased to see her in the beautiful dress in the picture?" "Juanita it was not that I meant. I was not thinking so much of that. Mamma would like it, I suppose, and papa; but I like it myself." Juanita was silent again. "Is it right, Juanita?" "Why do Miss Daisy think it not right?" Daisy looked undecided and perplexed. "Juanita I wasn't quite sure."
Though I was hopelessly in love with Juanita I liked her so well that the contemplation of Carmen's happiness did not add to my own.
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