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After
lunch
,
Dona
Emilia
and
the
senor
doctor
came
slowly
through
the
inner
gateway
of
the
patio
.
The
large
gardens
of
the
Casa
Gould
,
surrounded
by
high
walls
,
and
the
red-tile
slopes
of
neighbouring
roofs
,
lay
open
before
them
,
with
masses
of
shade
under
the
trees
and
level
surfaces
of
sunlight
upon
the
lawns
.
A
triple
row
of
old
orange
trees
surrounded
the
whole
.
Barefooted
,
brown
gardeners
,
in
snowy
white
shirts
and
wide
calzoneras
,
dotted
the
grounds
,
squatting
over
flowerbeds
,
passing
between
the
trees
,
dragging
slender
India-rubber
tubes
across
the
gravel
of
the
paths
;
and
the
fine
jets
of
water
crossed
each
other
in
graceful
curves
,
sparkling
in
the
sunshine
with
a
slight
pattering
noise
upon
the
bushes
,
and
an
effect
of
showered
diamonds
upon
the
grass
.
Dona
Emilia
,
holding
up
the
train
of
a
clear
dress
,
walked
by
the
side
of
Dr.
Monygham
,
in
a
longish
black
coat
and
severe
black
bow
on
an
immaculate
shirtfront
.
Under
a
shady
clump
of
trees
,
where
stood
scattered
little
tables
and
wicker
easy-chairs
,
Mrs.
Gould
sat
down
in
a
low
and
ample
seat
.
"
Do
n't
go
yet
,
"
she
said
to
Dr.
Monygham
,
who
was
unable
to
tear
himself
away
from
the
spot
.
His
chin
nestling
within
the
points
of
his
collar
,
he
devoured
her
stealthily
with
his
eyes
,
which
,
luckily
,
were
round
and
hard
like
clouded
marbles
,
and
incapable
of
disclosing
his
sentiments
.
His
pitying
emotion
at
the
marks
of
time
upon
the
face
of
that
woman
,
the
air
of
frailty
and
weary
fatigue
that
had
settled
upon
the
eyes
and
temples
of
the
"
Never-tired
Senora
"
(
as
Don
Pepe
years
ago
used
to
call
her
with
admiration
)
,
touched
him
almost
to
tears
.
"
Do
n't
go
yet
.
To-day
is
all
my
own
,
"
Mrs.
Gould
urged
,
gently
.
"
We
are
not
back
yet
officially
.
No
one
will
come
.
It
's
only
to-morrow
that
the
windows
of
the
Casa
Gould
are
to
be
lit
up
for
a
reception
.
"
The
doctor
dropped
into
a
chair
.
"
Giving
a
tertulia
?
"
he
said
,
with
a
detached
air
.
"
A
simple
greeting
for
all
the
kind
friends
who
care
to
come
.
"
"
And
only
to-morrow
?
"
"
Yes
.
Charles
would
be
tired
out
after
a
day
at
the
mine
,
and
so
I
--
--
It
would
be
good
to
have
him
to
myself
for
one
evening
on
our
return
to
this
house
I
love
.
It
has
seen
all
my
life
.
"
"
Ah
,
yes
!
"
snarled
the
doctor
,
suddenly
.
"
Women
count
time
from
the
marriage
feast
.
Did
n't
you
live
a
little
before
?
"
