"Who is there? Who is there weeping?" "Doña Micaela, my lady, I beg of you to come here to me." "Who are you and what do you want?" "I am a poor girl. I am Estrella. I beg of you to come and help me. Do not call your maid. I pray you, Doña Micaela, to come yourself." Camila was silent a moment, then said abruptly: "Very well," and closed the shutter. Presently she appeared around the corner of the house. She wore a thick cloak that dragged in the dew. She stood at a distance and said: "Come over here to where I am standing,--Who are you?" Uncle Pio rose up. "Camila, it is I,--Uncle Pio. Forgive me, but I must speak to you." "Mother of God, when shall I be free of this dreadful person! Understand: I want to see no one. I don't want to speak to a soul. My life is over. That is all." "Camila, by our long life together, I beg of you to grant me one thing. I shall go away and never trouble you again." "I grant you nothing, nothing. Stay away from me." "I promise you I shall never trouble you again if you listen to me this once." She was hurrying around to the door on the other side of the house and Uncle Pio was obliged to run beside her to make sure that she heard what he was saying. She stopped: "What is it then? Hurry. It is cold. I am not well. I must go back to my room." "Camila, let me take Don Jaime for a year to live with me in Lima. Let me be his teacher. Let me teach him the Castilian. Here he is left among the servants. He is learning nothing." "No." "Camila, what will become of him? He has a good mind and he wants to learn." "He is sick. He is delicate. Your house is a sty. Only the country is good for him." "But he has been much better these last few months. I promise you I shall clean out my house. I shall apply to Madre María del Pilar for a housekeeper. Here he is in your stables all day. I shall teach him all that a gentleman should know,--fencing and Latin and music. We shall read all...." "A mother cannot be separated from her child like that. It is impossible. You are crazy to have thought of it. Give up thinking of me and of everything about me. I no longer exist. I and my children will get on as best we can. Do not try to disturb me again. I do not want to see any human being." Now it was that Uncle Pio felt obliged to use a hard measure. "Then pay me the money that you owe me," he said. Camila stood still, confounded. To herself she said: "Life is too fearful to bear. When may I die?" After a moment she answered him, in a hoarse voice: "I have very little money. I will pay you what I can. I will pay you now. I have a few jewels here. Then we need never see one another again." She was ashamed of her poverty. She took a few steps, then turned and said: "Now I see that you are a very hard man. But it is right that I pay you what I owe you."