"Ah! That is true," she answered; "not only is my person captive, but you will also like to enchain my thoughts."
This sentence was uttered with such an accent of concentrated anger and bitterness, that the old man started, and a livid pallor suddenly covered his face.
"It is well, Señor," the girl continued, "for the future I will be on my guard."
"I believed, I repeat," he replied with an accent of concentrated scorn, "that I should render you happy by bringing to you Colonel Melendez; but since I am mistaken, you shall not see him, Señorita."
"What!" she exclaimed, bounding up like a lioness; "What did you say, Señor? What name did you pronounce?"
"That of Colonel Melendez."
"Have you summoned him?"
"Yes."
"Is he here?"
"He is awaiting your permission to enter."