This time he sleeps without dreaming.
How long he cannot tell; but once more he is awakened by voices.

As before, two persons are engaged in conversation.

But far different from those already heard.

The bird-music still swelling in through the window is less sweet than the tones that now salute his ear.
As before, the speakers are invisible, outside the room.

But he can perceive that they are close to the door, and the first words heard admonish him of their design to enter.
"Now, Conchita! Go get the wine, and bring it along with you.