“She has confessed her regard, in the first place, for me.”
“But she has also confessed to me that I have won the leading place in her affections.”
“That is absurd, Miguel. She is the soul of ingenuousness.”
“Perhaps, Nicanor—we are only boys, after all—she is a practised coquette.”
“You must not say that, Miguel, if you want me to remain your friend. You, perhaps, attach too much importance to your looks as an irresistible asset in matters of the heart.”
“Now I shall certainly quarrel with you.”
“You are mistaken, I think. Mind, to women of intellect, is the compelling lure.”
“It remains to be proved.”
“You are determined to put it to the test, then? Good-bye, Miguel.”
“This is not a real breach between us? O, Nicanor!”