"That is true," said Don Gonzales, thoughtfully. "Yes, but he's poor."
"How do you know, father?"
"Why, it is but reasonable to think so; and my daughter shall not marry any one with less position or fortune than herself."
"As to position, father," continued the boy, "General Bezan wears orders that you would give half your fortune to possess!"
"I forgot that."
"And has already carved a name for himself in Spanish history," said Ruez.
"True."
"Then I see not how you can complain of him on the score of position."
"No; but he's poor, and I have sworn that no man, unless he brings as large a fortune as Isabella will have in her own right, shall marry her. How do I know but it may be the money, not Isabella, that he wants?"
"Father!"