Ramona [85]
home you have given me for so many years. And you too, Felipe," she continued, turning towards Felipe, her face changing, all her pent-up affection and sorrow looking out of her tearful eyes,-- "you too, dear Felipe. You have always been so good to me. I shall always love you as long as I live;" and she held out both her hands to him. Felipe took them in his, and was about to speak, when the Senora interrupted him. She did not intend to have any more of this sort of affectionate familiarity between her son and Ramona.
"Are we to understand that you are taking your leave now?" she said. "Is it your purpose to go at once?"
"I do not know, Senora," stammered Ramona; "I have not seen Alessandro; I have not heard --" And she looked up in distress at Felipe, who answered compassionately,--
"Alessandro has gone."
"Gone!" shrieked Ramona. "Gone! not gone, Felipe!"
"Only for four days," replied Felipe. "To Temecula. I thought it would be better for him to be away for a day or two. He is to come back immediately. Perhaps he will be back day after to-morrow."
"Did he want to go? What did he go for? Why didn't you let me go with him? Oh, why, why did he go?" cried Ramona.
"He went because my son told him to go," broke in the Senora, impatient of this scene, and of the sympathy she saw struggling in Felipe's expressive features. "My son thought, and rightly, that the sight of him would be more than I could bear just now; so he ordered him to go away, and Alessandro obeyed."
Like a wounded creature at bay, Ramona turned suddenly away from Felipe, and facing the Senora, her eyes resolute and dauntless spite of the streaming tears, exclaimed, lifting her right hand as she spoke, "You have been cruel; God will punish you!" and without waiting to see what effect her words had produced, without looking again at Felipe, she walked swiftly out of the room.
"You see," said the Senora, "you see she defies us."
"She is desperate," said Felipe. "I am sorry I sent Alessandro away."
"No, my son," replied the Senora, "you were wise, as you always are. It may bring her to her senses, to have a few days' reflection in solitude."
"You do not mean to keep her locked up, mother, do you?" cried Felipe.
The Senora turned a look of apparently undisguised amazement on him. "You would not think that best, would you? Did you not say that all we could do, was simply not to interfere with her in any way? To wash our hands, so far as is possible, of all responsibility about her?"
"Yes, yes," said the baffled Felipe; "that was what I said. But, mother --" He stopped. He did not know what he wanted to say.
The Senora looked tenderly at him, her face full of anxious inquiry.
"What is it, Felipe dear? Is there anything more you think I ought to say or do?" she asked.
"What is it you are going to do, mother?" said Felipe. "I don't seem to understand what you are going to do."
"Nothing, Felipe! You have entirely convinced me that all effort would be thrown away. I shall do nothing," replied the Senora. "Nothing whatever."
"Then as long as Ramona is here, everything will be just as it always has been?" said Felipe.
The Senora smiled sadly. "Dear Felipe, do you think that possible? A girl who has announced her determination to disobey not only you and me, but Father Salvierderra, who is going to bring disgrace both on the Moreno and the Ortegna name,-- we can't feel exactly the same towards her as we did before, can we?"
Felipe made an impatient gesture. "No, of course not. But I mean, is everything to be just the same, outwardly, as it was before?"
"I supposed so," said the Senora. "Was not that your idea? We must try to have it so, I think. Do not you?"
"Yes," groaned Felipe, "if we can!"
XIII
THE Senora Moreno had never before been so discomfited as in this matter of Ramona and Alessandro. It chafed her to think over her conversation with Felipe; to recall how far the thing she finally attained was from the thing she had in view when she began. To have Ramona sent to the convent, Alessandro kept
"Are we to understand that you are taking your leave now?" she said. "Is it your purpose to go at once?"
"I do not know, Senora," stammered Ramona; "I have not seen Alessandro; I have not heard --" And she looked up in distress at Felipe, who answered compassionately,--
"Alessandro has gone."
"Gone!" shrieked Ramona. "Gone! not gone, Felipe!"
"Only for four days," replied Felipe. "To Temecula. I thought it would be better for him to be away for a day or two. He is to come back immediately. Perhaps he will be back day after to-morrow."
"Did he want to go? What did he go for? Why didn't you let me go with him? Oh, why, why did he go?" cried Ramona.
"He went because my son told him to go," broke in the Senora, impatient of this scene, and of the sympathy she saw struggling in Felipe's expressive features. "My son thought, and rightly, that the sight of him would be more than I could bear just now; so he ordered him to go away, and Alessandro obeyed."
Like a wounded creature at bay, Ramona turned suddenly away from Felipe, and facing the Senora, her eyes resolute and dauntless spite of the streaming tears, exclaimed, lifting her right hand as she spoke, "You have been cruel; God will punish you!" and without waiting to see what effect her words had produced, without looking again at Felipe, she walked swiftly out of the room.
"You see," said the Senora, "you see she defies us."
"She is desperate," said Felipe. "I am sorry I sent Alessandro away."
"No, my son," replied the Senora, "you were wise, as you always are. It may bring her to her senses, to have a few days' reflection in solitude."
"You do not mean to keep her locked up, mother, do you?" cried Felipe.
The Senora turned a look of apparently undisguised amazement on him. "You would not think that best, would you? Did you not say that all we could do, was simply not to interfere with her in any way? To wash our hands, so far as is possible, of all responsibility about her?"
"Yes, yes," said the baffled Felipe; "that was what I said. But, mother --" He stopped. He did not know what he wanted to say.
The Senora looked tenderly at him, her face full of anxious inquiry.
"What is it, Felipe dear? Is there anything more you think I ought to say or do?" she asked.
"What is it you are going to do, mother?" said Felipe. "I don't seem to understand what you are going to do."
"Nothing, Felipe! You have entirely convinced me that all effort would be thrown away. I shall do nothing," replied the Senora. "Nothing whatever."
"Then as long as Ramona is here, everything will be just as it always has been?" said Felipe.
The Senora smiled sadly. "Dear Felipe, do you think that possible? A girl who has announced her determination to disobey not only you and me, but Father Salvierderra, who is going to bring disgrace both on the Moreno and the Ortegna name,-- we can't feel exactly the same towards her as we did before, can we?"
Felipe made an impatient gesture. "No, of course not. But I mean, is everything to be just the same, outwardly, as it was before?"
"I supposed so," said the Senora. "Was not that your idea? We must try to have it so, I think. Do not you?"
"Yes," groaned Felipe, "if we can!"
XIII
THE Senora Moreno had never before been so discomfited as in this matter of Ramona and Alessandro. It chafed her to think over her conversation with Felipe; to recall how far the thing she finally attained was from the thing she had in view when she began. To have Ramona sent to the convent, Alessandro kept