Secrets & Mysteries of the Sephardim. Roman Ilyasov

us to enter, senhorita,” said the Duke, looking at Isabel curiously. He was waiting for her to introduce herself.

      “Isabel Zarco,” she said with a curtsy and cleared the way with a slight step aside.

      “Pedro, I told you about her. She’s the dance teacher,” said the duchess.

      “Of course, I remember,” answered Pedro. “I have heard good things about you, senhorita – about your talent, charm, and beauty. But I had no idea you were so perfect. I am pleased that my wife and nephew made the right choice.”

      He turned his gaze to Fernando and spoke to him as he moved closer to the bed. “Oh, my dear, Fernando, forgive me for being unable to visit you sooner. There were affairs of state that I had to attend to. The doctor informed us immediately after his examination that you are doing well and will probably be up and about in a day or two. How do you feel now?”

      “I think I will feel better tomorrow,” Fernando answered. “I was a little dizzy after the fall, but I feel much better now.”

      “That's wonderful,” exclaimed Duchess Isabella joyfully. “We have good news for you, which may cheer you up. Your brother and our daughter will be back in a couple of weeks. We're getting ready to meet them and organizing a gala evening with dancing. We hope you will be well enough and participate in the dance by then.

      “I was told you are making extraordinary progress in your dance classes. Is that true, Isabel?”