“No, sir; he has come to an open rupture with me.”
“Because you come here?”
“Because I refuse to obey him and make matrimonial overtures to a lady I dislike.”
“Overture to a very bad opera, eh?”
“I could not do it, sir. It would be base, contemptible, and—There—you know.”
“Humph! Then you have beggared yourself because you think you care for Veronica?”
“No, sir; I am ordered away till I go and beg pardon and promise to marry as my father orders; so there is a breach that will never be healed.”
“Better go and heal it. This is all very fresh. Very will soon forget you, and you’ll forget her.”
“Doctor Salado!”
“Well, I know the world, sir. Sad thing for a young man like you to sacrifice his prospects.”