"Why is this?—how is this?—answer me, Ignez?" he once asked her, imploringly.
"He saved me," said she, with her sweet face half averted from him, "when you left me to perish."
"Ignez!" exclaimed the young man, in a voice of shame and agony.
"It is true, cousin Perez."
"I cannot swim—I have told you so a hundred times."
"Then you should learn, my poor Perez."
"I could but shout for succour."
"And he came!" she said, with heaving breast and flashing eyes.
"Unless assisted by Heaven, I could not have saved you, dear, dear Ignez," said he, almost in tears.
"Then you should have perished with me, if you loved me."