—We never began anything. I have told you that he was too proud. I wanted to speak to him once, and he answered, "Go along."
—But he is not your lover.
—But he is, because I love him.
—And you have not had others.
—No, because I love him.
—Well, you are a good girl, and if what you have said is true, you are worth your weight in gold.
—My weight in gold! cried Zulma laughing; then buy me, for it is true, and
I shall be rich.
—But how shall I know if what you say is true?
—Ah, that is embarrassing, she said thoughtfully. What can I do to prove it?
—I believe you without proof. But I am not rich enough to pay you.