She dropped her head before all the eyes in the wide circle formed round the generous, the terrible, the inconstant Capataz de Cargadores, and his Morenita.
Nostromo, looking down, saw tears beginning to fall down her face.
"Has it come, then, ever beloved of my heart ?" she whispered.

"Is it true ?" "No," said Nostromo, looking away carelessly.

"It was a lie.

I love thee as much as ever." "Is that true ?" she cooed, joyously, her cheeks still wet with tears.
"It is true." "True on the life ?" "As true as that; but thou must not ask me to swear it on the Madonna that stands in thy room." And the Capataz laughed a little in response to the grins of the crowd.
She pouted--very pretty--a little uneasy.
"No, I will not ask for that.

I can see love in your eyes." She laid her hand on his knee.