When she left us I sat down by Demetria's side, but she would not takeher hands from her face or speak to me, and only wept hysterically when I addressed her. I succeeded at last in getting one of her hands in mine, and then drew her head gently down till it rested on my shoulder. When her sobs began to subside I said: “Tell me, dear Demetria, have you lost faith in me that you fear to trust yourself with me now?” “No, no, Richard, it is not that,” she faltered. “But I can never look into your face again. If you have any compassion for me you will leave me now.” “What, leave you, Demetria, my sister, to that man--how can you imagine such a thing? Tell me, where is Don Hilario--is he coming back to-night?” “I know nothing. He may come back at any moment. Leave me, Richard; every minute you remain here increases your danger.” Then she attempted to draw away from me, but I would not release her. “If you fear his returning to-night, then it is time for you to come with me,” I answered. “No, no, no, I cannot. All is changed now. It would kill me with shame to look on your face again.” “You shall look on it again many times, Demetria. Do you think that after coming here to rescue you out of the coils of that serpent I am going to leave you because you are a little timid? Listen, Demetria, I shall save you from that devil to-night, even if I have to carry you out in my arms. Afterwards we can consider all there is to be done about your father and your property. Perhaps when the poor Colonel is taken out of this sad atmosphere, his health, his reason even, may improve.” “Oh, Richard, are you deceiving me?” she exclaimed, suddenly dropping her hands and gazing full into my face. “No, I am not deceiving you. And now you will lose all fear, Demetria, for you have looked into my face again and have not been changed to stone.” She turned crimson in a moment; but did not attempt to cover her face again, for just then a clatter of hoofs was heard approaching the house. “Mother of Heaven, save us!” she exclaimed in terror. “It is Don Hilario.” I quickly blew out the one candle burning dimly in the room. “Fear nothing,” I said. “When all is quiet, after he has gone to his room, we will make our escape.” She was trembling with apprehension and nestled close to me; while we both listened intently and heard Don Hilario unsaddle his horse, then going softly, whistling to himself, to his room. “Now he has shut himself up,” I said, “and in a few minutes will be asleep. When you think of that man whose persecutions have made your life a burden, so that you tremble when he approaches you, do you not feel glad that I have come to take you away?” “Richard, I could go willingly with you to-night but for one thing. Do you think after what has passed that I could ever face your wife?”