"That you may help me?"
"That I may help you, if you will let me."
"I believe you would," she exclaimed. "I almost believe it, that is. Why is it that while we Spaniards hate you English, we can't help believing your word?"
"Hate is a strong word," said I, with a glance.
"It is a strong feeling, cousin."
"Fortunately our relation is not international."
She laughed, softly, musically, and ravishingly.
"No, not international in that respect."
"So that we are able to make a treaty of alliance," I said.
"Offensive and defensive?" she cried, quickly, and seemed to wait somewhat anxiously for my answer.