"Your father and his fortunes! Don Diego!"
"I love you, señor."
"Your chance to be a great lady! Do you think I did not know Don Diego was the man you meant when we spoke in your father's patio? This is a whim, señorita."
"It is love, señor, whether anything comes of it or not. And a Pulido does not love twice."
"What possibly could come of it but distress?"
"We shall see. God is good!"
"It is madness—"
"Sweet madness, señor!"
He clasped her to him and bent his head again, and again she closed her eyes and took his kiss, only this time the kiss was longer. She made no effort to see his face.