,
giving out orders that nobody dares to disobey."

The following day Aguirre did not leave his street, and either walked up
and down in front of the Aboabs' house or stood motionless at the
entrance to his hotel, without losing sight for a moment of Luna's
dwelling. Perhaps she would come out! After the meeting of the previous
day she must have lost her fear. They must have a talk. Here it was
three months since he had come to Gibraltar, forgetting his career, in
danger of ruining it, abusing the influence of his relatives. And was he
going to leave that woman without exchanging a final word, without
knowing the cause for the sudden overturn?...

Toward night-fall Aguirre experienced a strange shudder of emotion,
similar to that which he had felt in the brokers' shop upon beholding
the Jew that had just returned from South America. A woman came out of
the Aboabs' house; she was dressed in black. It was Luna, just as he had
seen her the day before.

She turned her head slowly and Aguirre understood that she had seen
him,--that perhaps she had been watching him for a long time hidden
behind the blinds. She began to walk hastily, without turning her head,
and Aguirre followed her at a certain distance, on the opposite
sidewalk, jostling through the groups of Spanish workmen who, with their
bundles in their hands, were returning from the Arsenal to the town of
La Linea, before the sunset gun should sound and the place be closed.
Thus he shadowed her along Royal Street, and as she arrived at the
Exchange, Luna continued by way of Church Street, passing by the
Catholic Cathedral. Here there were less people about and the shops were
fewer; except at the corners of the lanes where there were small groups
of men that had formed on coming from work. Aguirre quickened his gait
so as to catch up with Luna, while she, as if she had guessed his
intention, slackened her step. As they reached the rear of the
Protestant church, near the opening called Cathedral Square, the two
met.

"Luna! Luna!..."

She turned her glance upon Aguirre, and then instinctively they made for
the end of the square, fleeing from the publicity of the street. They
came to the Moorish arcades of the evangelist temple, whose colors were
beginning to grow pale, vanishing into the shade of dusk. Before either
of them could utter a word they were enveloped in a wave of soft
melody,--music that seemed to come from afar, stray chords from the
organ, the voice