Sabas spoke to her:
"Little sister, aren't you going to put one of your carnations in my button-hole?"
"Why not?" she answered.
And handing her book to her cousin, she took the largest and most beautiful one in her bouquet and fastened it where he bade her.
Moved by a sudden impulse, and with a daring that I thought I had lost towards this woman, I said:
"And is there nothing for the others?"
"Would you like one?" she asked me, handing me one with a glance.
"No; I desire the honor of having you fasten it in my button-hole," I replied firmly.
There was an instant of suspense. She showed indecision; but at last picked out another carnation and hastily put it in its place. I thought I noticed (it may have been illusion, I do not know) that her hands trembled. Oh, Dios, with what pleasure I could have kissed them!
"And I? Do I not have my turn?" asked Castell then, bowing with an amiable smile.