“Then you consent, your excellency?” cried Valdez joyously.
“I neither consent nor refuse. You must go to a more final authority than mine for an answer, young man.”
“But you are willing she should follow where her heart leads?”
“But certainly.”
“Then she is mine,” cried Valdez.
“I am not,” replied the girl indignantly over her shoulder.
Megales turned her till her unconsenting eyes met his. “Do you want to marry this young man, Carmencita?”
“I never told him anything of the sort,” she flamed.
“I didn’t quite ask what you had told him. The question is whether you love him.”
“But no; I love you,” she blushed.