"Oh! I just had such bad dreams!... I dreamed that you turned me out of
the house."
"Poor little darling!" exclaimed Miguel, fondling her tenderly; "your
mind was impressed by what I said last evening.... I was a stupid
blunderer!"
"I did not--know ... what it was--How I suffered, _virgen mia_! I
thought I should die! If I had not waked up I should have died!... But
you are not stupid.... I am, though!"
"Well, we both are; but calm yourself," he said, kissing her.
In a few moments both were sound asleep again.