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. No, argument is useless. This was all prearranged; she has been waiting for a favorable opportunity to stage the scene.

. Yes, it is all my fault! It is my nerves. my nerves!

. Silence! Your father… Whatever you do, keep it from him. Don't let him know… Pepe! María Antonia, I implore you… Go before he sees you, unless you can control yourselves.

. I can conceal my feelings.

. Yes, so can I. I shall learn for once how to pretend—but it will not be for long.

. Very well. We shall take it up with your parents in the morning, when we can discuss matters more calmly.

. Yes, to-morrow, let us wait until morning… Dry your eyes, if you love me.

. Hello! Are you still here?

. Yes, we were just going. It was so late that we thought that perhaps we might see you.

. I stepped out to the theatre for a moment with our young friends from Paris. Well, how was the reading?

. Pshaw! What can a man tell by a reading?

. Good-by, Isabel. Good night, papa.

. Have the clouds passed away?

. Yes, all is over.

. Have you been crying? Tears of forgiveness are sweet

. As tears of repentance.

. Do you leave early in the morning?

. No. Why do you ask?

. I may drop in to see you.—Will you tell him, Isabel?

. I don't know; I cannot think… Be sensible,