"Then you see he will marry her in that case."
The adventurer shrugged his shoulders.
"Your conclusion is absurd," he said. "Does a man ever know what he will do? Does the morrow belong to him?"
"But since the misfortunes which have crushed doña Dolores' family and herself, the count has been attempting impossibilities to save the young lady."
"That proves that the count is a perfect gentleman and man of honour, that is all. Besides, he is her relation, and is doing his duty in trying to save her, even at the risk of his life and fortune."
Dominique shrugged his shoulders several times, "He loves her," he said.
"In that case I will turn the sentence; doña Dolores does not love him."
"You think so?"
"I am sure of it."
"Oh, if I could only persuade myself of it, I might hope."