"Why can you not love me?
I would be a better wife than that doll you--" "Drop that, Maraquito.

Leave Miss Saxon's name out of the question." "I shall talk of Miss Saxon as long as I like," cried Maraquito, snapping the fan and growing flushed.

"You scorn me because I am an invalid--" "I do not.

If you were perfectly restored to health I would give you the same answer." Mallow was on his feet by this time.

"I think it would be wise of me to go." But Senora Gredos, stretching out her hand, caught him by the coat convulsively.