"Alas! It is death that you ask."
"What matter, if I have done my duty."
"Your duty, Ellen?"
"Must I not save my father?"
Don Pablo made no reply.
"You hesitate—you refuse," she said, bitterly.
"No," he answered. "You ask, and your will shall be accomplished; you shall go."
"Thanks," she said, joyfully, as she offered the young man her hand, which he pressed to his lips.
"And now," she said, "one last service."
"Speak, Ellen."