Inside the castle, everyone is frantically waiting, and some are simply staring at the hourglass, worried.
The younger Jose Oliva was anxiously looking at his father. They are both watching the Marchioness's labor.
Her agony was visible on her face as she lay in bed. She screamed every five seconds in the hopes that the baby would just pop out. That, however, was not the case. The Marchioness attempted to breathe as the Accoucheuse recommended, but the contractions continued to exhaust her.
The Marchioness exclaimed, "I've got to throw up." Her body was sweltering, heavy, and in excruciating pain. She felt as if she would never wake up from this nightmare.
Though the pain in pushing and breathing, it was as if she had gone to hell and back. This was intended to be a nice and unforgettable occasion, but it wasn't. The Marchioness wished for the agony to be over. Right here, Right Now.
