"I thought that when men loved they would dare anything, even the anger of their father, for the sake of the one they loved."
"But if that love is slighted, and thrown aside as a thing of no value, why should I risk what is next in value to me for the sake of what is lost?"
"Are you sure it is lost? I have heard say that when a girl once loves she loves for ever. You once thought that you were loved."
"I more than thought so, I was sure of it. I have been told that girls easily love and easily forget. It is their nature to love some things, but it is very little matter to them what they love."
"You heretic! You never deserve that any one should love you, never."
"I do not care now if no one ever does love me. I am content with such love as I have. I love my mother and Lola, and I would give my life to preserve to its end my love and respect for my father."
"Don't tell me that, I know better. The love of father and mother and sister is never enough for any man. A man is not a man until he have some other love."
"And if he win another love, such a love as he dreamed about, such a love as would make his life complete, only to lose it, what then?"
"The grave," said Elisa, in a very solemn voice, then bursting into a merry laugh she clapped her hands. "Mi Dios!" she exclaimed, "you have the face of a hero of tragedy."
"You have never loved or you would not laugh at me," said Marcelino.