"I speak seriously. Don Sylva de Torrés has promised you his daughter's hand."
"How does it concern you?"
"Answer!"
"It is true. Why should I conceal it?"
"Doña Anita does not love you."
"How do you know that?" the count asked with a mocking smile.
"I know it; I know, too, that she loves another."
"Only think of that!"
"And that the other loves her."
"All the worse for him; for I swear that I will not surrender her."