Consuelo
And where is yours? We must touch our glasses.
He
You leave half.
Consuelo
Must I drink so much? He, deary, I shall become drunk. I still have to ride.
He
No, you will not be drunk. Dear little girl, did you forget that I am your magician? Be quiet and drink. I charmed the wine. My witchery is in it. Drink, goddess.
Consuelo
[Lingeringly]: What kind eyes you have. But why are you so pale?