_Guardate_! Tread lightly." Again there is the rustling of a dress; but this time as if only one of the two were moving off.

The other seems still to linger by the side of the couch.
The invalid queries which of the two it is.

There is an electricity that tells him; and, for an instant, he thinks of opening his eyes, and proclaiming consciousness of what has been passing.
A thought restrains him--delicacy.

The lady will know that he has been awake all the while, and overheard the conversation.

It has been in Spanish, but she is aware that he understands this, for he has no doubt that the "senorita" is she who has saved him.
He remains without moving, without unclosing his eyelids.