"You will end by making it impossible for me to understand myself," said Orsino. "You say that I am changeable. Then what are you?"
"Very much the same to-day as yesterday," said Maria Consuelo calmly. "And I do not suppose that I shall be very different to-morrow."
"At least I will take my chance of finding that you are mistaken," said Orsino, rising suddenly, and standing before her.
"Are you going?" she asked, as though she were surprised.
"Since I cannot please you."
"Since you will not."
"I do not know how."
"Be yourself—the same that you always are. You are affecting to be some one else, to-day."
"I fancy it is the other way," answered Orsino, with more truth than he really owned to himself.
"Then I prefer the affectation to the reality."