“I thought that George and Mariano had decided that.”
“No, indeed. It is all left to you. Please be merciful,” he pleaded, feeling very nervous, for he heard steps and voices approaching from through the hall.
“What shall I say?”
“Say yes.”
“Yes,” she said, smiling, with a kind look in her beautiful eyes.
He glanced quickly toward the front door, and seeing no one in sight, dropped on his knees, and seizing her hand, covered it with hurried and vehement kisses, saying:
“Thanks! thanks!”
And all before she knew what he was about.
“Impetuous boy! is that the way you rushed and assaulted my poor little Mercedes?” said she, laughing.
“You have said yes—God bless you for it.”