She was angry now, and the rich colour came into her handsome dark face.
"Don Antonio Perez," she said, "take care! I have made you.

I can also unmake you." Perez assumed an air of simple and innocent surprise, as if he were quite sure that he had said nothing to annoy her, still less to wound her deeply.

He believed that she really loved him and that he could play with her as if his own intelligence far surpassed hers.

In the first matter he was right, but he was very much mistaken in the second.
"I do not understand," he said.

"If I have done anything to offend you, pray forgive my ignorance, and believe in the unchanging devotion of your most faithful slave." His dark eyes became very expressive as he bowed a little, with a graceful gesture of deprecation.