"How dare you; you are no gentleman!"
"No, I am a loaver, Blanca, not von cold Nordthern zhentleman, who haf so leedle heart it can be hush, and zo dthin, poor blood it nefer rush fire at a voman's touch. Blanca, I haf been still for days, vaiting for dthis hour. I loaf you, darling, till all my life is nodthing but von longing—I loaf you till I haf no conscience, no religion but my loaf. No, you shall not spik now! Blanca, you must marry me, here in Guatemala. You and I go not back to San Miguel unless you air my vife."
"Baron!"
"Hush! Spik not so loud, and if you vill not make me mad call me not Baron."
An awful sense of loneliness chokes me. The streets of that buried Aztec city are not more silent than this one in Guatemala.
"Guillermo, listen! I have no friend here but you; you must take me back to Mrs. Steele. Come!"
"How vell you know men! But not me, Blanca—not a Peruvian. I know it ees better for you, as vell as for myself, dthat you marry me. You haf nefer been so gentle and so gude as since I hold you near dthat baranca. But you did not like it! You loaf me, but you air like a vild deer; you air so easy startle, and so hard to hold. But I vill be zo gude to Blanca, I vill make her glad I vas so strong not to let her haf her own way. If you keess me and zay before God you marry me, I take you back to Casa 47—if not, Madame Steele go alone to San Miguel."
"YOU MUST TAKE ME BACK!"