Instantly Inez moved forward, raising one white hand in protest, and turning her blind face to her father's gleaming eyes.
"I am not speaking to you," he said roughly, "but you," he went on, addressing Dolores, and the heavy table shook under his hand.

"What devil possessed you that you should shame me and yourself, standing at your window to smile at Don John, as if he were the Espadero at a bull fight and you the beauty of the ring--with all Madrid there to look on, from his Majesty the King to the beggar in the road?
Have you no modesty, no shame, no blood that can blush?
And if not, have you not even so much woman's sense as should tell you that you are ruining your name and mine before the whole world ?" "Father! For the sake of heaven do not say such words--you must not! You shall not!" Dolores' face was quite white now, as she gently pushed Inez aside and faced the angry man.

The table was between them.
"Have I said one word more than the very truth ?" asked Mendoza.

"Does not the whole court know that you love Don John of Austria--" "Let the whole world know it!" cried the girl bravely.

"Am I ashamed to love the best and bravest man that breathes ?" "Let the whole world know that you are willing to be his toy, his plaything--" "His wife, sir!" Dolores' voice was steady and clear as she interrupted her father.