feet and looked up. She saw the head and the naked shoulders of Cipriano above the parapet of the balcony.
“I will come up,” she said.
And slowly she went through the great iron gates into the passage-way. Lupe, following, bolted the doors behind her.
On the terrace above she found Ramón and Cipriano both with their upper bodies naked, waiting for her in silence. She was embarrassed.
“I waited to hear the new hymn,” she said.
“And how does it seem to you?” said Ramón, in Spanish.
“I like it,” she said.
“Let us sit down,” said Ramón, still in Spanish. He and she sat in the cane rocking-chairs: Cipriano stood by the wall of the terrace.
She had come to make a sort of submission: to say she didn’t want to