"How long have you loved him?" doña Carmen continued.
"I do not know, but I fancy that I have always loved him."
"It is the same with me."
Nothing is so sweet and pure as a girl's simple love. It is the soul scarce awake to human sensations, which seeks its lovely angelic wings to fly toward the unknown regions of the ideal.
"And does he love you?" Carmen asked softly.
"Yes, since I love him."
"That is true," she replied, quite convinced.
Love has this adorable thing about it, that it is essentially illogical; were it not so, it would not be love. Suddenly the young ladies rose, and laid their hands on their heart.
"Here he is," said Dolores.
"He is coming," Carmen remarked.