"Do not let us quarrel about it."
"But we will quarrel about it—I won't have Cecilia spoken of like that—so there!"
"All right; then I'll say that Cecilia is a very pretty girl—but—"
"But what?"
"But I can not love her, because I love another."
"What thousand deviltries are you saying now, boy?" returned Don Melchor, taking his nephew by the arm and shaking him.
"I can not help it, uncle. I am madly in love with her sister, Venturita."
"Are you in your senses or out of them, you madman?"
"I am speaking seriously—I love her, and she loves me."
"And you think that this is all there is to be said?" said the old man, getting more and more angry. "Do you think a solemn promise can be broken in that way? Do you think a girl can be made the laughing-stock of a place like this? Do you think any parents will tolerate such infamous conduct?"