"Sefiorita, they say he is better. Tell me, does it mean much to you?"
"Oh, sefior, he has been noble and good and honourable. If he lives I shall always hold these weeks with him in absolute reverence."
"Then she does not understand?"
"She? What is there for her to understand? She loves him and he loves her. That is enough."
"She says she will not marry him. There must be a reason."
The girl's face darkened instantly and her breath came quickly.
"You--you think that I am the reason? Is it so? Because I am here in these hateful clothes? You would say that to me? How dare you!"
She burst out with tears of rage and shame and fled from his sight.
Jane came rapidly through the church door, out of the gloom and odour into the warm sunshine and the green glow of the world, her face bright, her eyes gleaming.
"He is conscious!" she cried. "He knows me!"