“Enter,” he said, turning away. “She doesn’t want a nursemaid: she needs only you. Call for me if the doctor…—” His voice broke, and he hurried out without finishing.
Sarah Lizón, instead of going into her mistress’s room, turned around and began staring intently after the captain until he was out of sight; her cheeks went pale as if she were dead, and in her eyes there were doubt and terror. When the captain vanished around the corner of the gallery, Sarah listened at the bedroom door and timidly whispered to herself: “Did she really tell him?” Then she opened the door, making a visible effort, stood on the threshold for a moment, and entered.