“Your wife! You ask me to become your wife?”
“Yes, Angela. I have loved you since the day we first met; every day my love grows stronger and deeper, and unless you love me in return, and will be my wife, I cannot stay; I must go—go at once.”
“Quipai, señor,” said Angela, archly, at the same time giving me her hand.
“Quipai! I don’t quite understand—unless you mean—”
“Quipai,” she repeated, her eyes brightening into a merry smile.
“Unless you mean—”
“Quipai.”
“Oh, how dull I am! I see now. Quipai—rest here.”
“Si, señor.”
“And if I rest here, you will—”