"Adiós!" exclaimed the girl dryly, and dropping her eyes upon the bed-spread.
Don Alfonso came to her, and audaciously taking her face between his hands and imprinting a kiss upon it, he said at the same time:—
"In spite of all this disdain and severity, I know well that you love me...."
The girl, confused and enraged by his impudence and what he said, exclaimed:—
"No, no! I do not love you! You lie!... Go this instant!"
"You love me, and I love you," replied Don Alfonso, smoothing her face with perfect unconcern.
"Fool! dunce! impudent!" cried the girl, with more and more anger, "I do not love you; but if I did, this would be enough to make me hate you! Go!"
"I am not a dunce and I am not impudent. I confess humbly that I would die for you!"
"Die whenever you please, but go! Go this instant, or I will scream!"
"Don't trouble yourself any more; I am going," said he, with a smile: "I am going; but I leave my heart here. I will write you as soon as I reach Seville."