She did not notice it till now, and rang for Anne to bring lamps.
"Has Don Pablo come back ?" she asked of the maid.
"Half an hour ago, madame." "Then send up the boxes at once." "You have sent for the luggage already ?" was Wilhelm's astonished inquiry when Anne had left the room.
"Naturally, my darling.

I was certain, you know, that you would not break your Pilar's heart." Auguste and the man whom Pilar called Don Pablo now carried up the one small box and two large ones Wilhelm always took about with him.

Pilar asked him for the keys, and proceeded to put away his belongings in the various receptacles of the room.

She would not suffer him to help her.
Only his books she allowed him to pile up in a corner for the present; their orderly arrangement in the bookcase was put off till the daylight.
At dinner Pilar was in the seventh heaven, and more in love than ever before.

In her wild spirits she threw all her glasses into the garden, and would only drink out of Wilhelm's.