"I know; it's Ramon Alfarez. You're half-way engaged to him--but you know you don't love him." "Ah! It is not too sure. He is of fine family, he is rich, he is handsome-not possibly could I care for any man who was not all of those. All my life I have thought him a very sweet gentleman, and for a long time it has been agreed that I should be his wife. Even all the young ladies are furious at me, which is very nice also-so it is only because I am disobedient that I rebelled. But I was punished for my evil disposition." She sighed mournfully. "And now it is all arranged once more." "Is it really signed, sealed, stamped, and delivered in the presence of?" "No, no; but 'Arco siempre armado'-" "Of course. Is that a prescription?" '"A bow long bent grows weak.' And there are so many reasons why I should say yes." "You haven't mentioned any that would be binding in law." "My father's wish. Is not that sufficient?" "You disregarded that once." "That was but a flutter. All the time I knew I should be Ramon's wife when the time arrived. But it made him so unhappy that I was quite pleased. Only for those ugly blue dresses, I would have greatly enjoyed my penance. Perhaps I could refuse to wed a man my father chose for me, but no nice Spanish girl would dare to wed a man her father did not like. Do you see?" "But it's no cinch your father won't positively hunger for me, once we get chummy." "And I for Ramon? How sad that would be, eh?" "Really, now, couldn't you bring yourself to marry a chap who wasn't aristocratic, rich, and handsome? You know that's a tough combination. Most aristocratic people are poor, and the rich ones have dyspepsia." "Oh no! I am quite certain." "Suppose I should show you a family tree that you couldn't throw a stone over?" "It would not do at all. I am so extravagant." "I fully intend to be rich, some time." "But you are not handsome, senor." Her eyes travelled over him with a mischievous twinkle. "You are too beeg." "I'm very durable; I'd last a long time." She shook her dark head decisively, and he saw the lights that rippled in her profuse crown of hair. "You are too different, you disregard our customs, you are bold. You continue to come here against my wishes, which no Spanish gentleman would dare to do." "Oh, I'm no Spanish gentleman. I'm just an emotional blond; but I'm bound to marry you." "If one of my countrymen found me so indiscreet as to talk with him alone like this, he would go away and never come back. I am amazed at you, senor. Have you no pride?" "Not a bit; and now that I have met all your objections, let's arrange the details. Shall it be a church wedding?" She laughed deliciously. "What a nice game it is we have played! But now I must talk seriously." "You witch!" he breathed. "Do you think I could ever give you up?"