"I told her—I told her that there was nothing else for us but to marry each other."
"Why?"
"Why—why—guess why!" said the girl with impatience.
Then Gonzalo divined what she meant, and the knowledge filled him with repugnance and terror. A gloomy silence fell upon him, and Venturita at last said:
"Do you think it was wrong?"
"Yes," he returned dryly.
"All right, my boy; to-morrow I will tell her it was all a lie, and then all is over between us."
"That won't do any good. I do not quarrel with the result, as you must know, but with the way you have managed it."
"I lose more than you."
"Well, I feel it all the same."