"Yes, brother, my mother said that to me."
"Well, then, Teresa, your brother is about to bestow that happiness on you."
The terror of the girl came to its height.
"Brother," she said, "I am still very young, allow me to remain at your side, for that is the happiness I desire at present."
"Teresa, at the side of the husband whom I destine for you, you will also have the affection of your brother. Nuño Garciez, the son of the Count of Cabra, is noble, is brave, and loves you now for a long time."
"Nuño Garciez, the son of the Count of Cabra?" exclaimed Teresa, terrified.
"Yes, he shall be the husband who will work out your happiness, my sister."
"Impossible, brother, impossible!"
Anger inflamed the visage of Don Suero.
"Teresa!" he exclaimed, with severity, "do you mean to say that you refuse the hand of Nuño?"