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sala. The prosperous majordomo remained open-mouthedat this late invasion.‘Don’t put out the lights,’ commanded the doctor. ‘I wantto see the senora.’‘The senora is in the Senor Adminstrador’s cancillaria,’said Basilio, in an unctuous voice. ‘The Senor Administradorstarts for the mountain in an hour. There is some troublewith the workmen to be feared, it appears. A shameless peoplewithout reason and decency. And idle, senor. Idle.’‘You are shamelessly lazy and imbecile yourself,’ said thedoctor, with that faculty for exasperation which made himso generally beloved. ‘Don’t put the lights out.’Basilio retired with dignity. Dr. Monygham, waiting inthe brilliantly lighted sala, heard presently a door close atthe further end of the house. A jingle of spurs died out. TheSenor Administrador was off to the mountain.With a measured swish of her long train, flashing withjewels and the shimmer of silk, her delicate head bowed asif under the weight of a mass of fair hair, in which the silverthreads were lost, the ‘first lady of Sulaco,’ as CaptainMitchell used to describe her, moved along the lighted corredor,wealthy beyond great dreams of wealth, considered,loved, respected, honoured, and as solitary as any humanbeing had ever been, perhaps, on this earth.The doctor’s ‘Mrs. Gould! One minute!’ stopped her witha start at the door of the lighted and empty sala. From thesimilarity of mood and circumstance, the sight of the doctor,standing there all alone amongst the groups of furniture,recalled to her emotional memory her unexpected meeting