"Ah! senor, that is very well, but this man who is as handsome as an Adonis hates you because he knows the American senorita loves you."
"What! Cleo loves me—incredible—impossible."
"More, she adores you."
"Senorita, you surely jest or dream."
"I speak what I know, and the fact is patent to everyone that you have but to declare a word to bring this lovely girl and her millions to your arms."
"God forbid that I should ever speak that word, unless I truly loved her as a man should the girl he means to make his wife. It is, I say again, impossible that such a thing can be."
"Few things are impossible, senor."
"But—there are impediments in the way."
"Perhaps none that might not be swept aside."