“That's a fact; I have been in the moon ever since you came,” assented Victoriano.
“Your moon stays in the valley, it doesn't rise to this level,” said Amelia.
“It is a lovely moon wherever it may shine. I say, Baby, won't you go with me to the Darrells this evening?” asked he, addressing Mercedes, who had made no reply, for the reason that she had just seen Clarence coming on horseback, and, as usual, when any one spoke of him, or she unexpectedly saw him, she found it necessary to take a little time, in order to steady her voice, which otherwise might betray her heart's tumult.
“Mercedes' French novel must be very interesting,” Carlota said.
“It is not a novel—it is French History,” said Madam Halier.
“Mercedes, Tano wants you to escort him this evening,” said Rosario. “Will you take him?”
“Where?” Mercedes asked, without moving.
“To the moon,” said Corina.
“She means to the third heaven,” rejoined Victoriano.
“I declare, the God of Love is truly miraculous. I think it could even poetize the Pittikin girls, or the Hughes, in Tano's opinion,” said Carlota.