“Come, let us take her away, let us carry her off, señors,” said Montoria. “This cannot be prolonged. What has my son done with himself?”
They took her away, and for a time I could hear her heartrending cries.
“Good night, Señor de Araceli,” said Montoria to me. “I am going to see if I can get a little wine and water for this poor orphan.”