"Saynomore, DonaClara," saidDorotheaatthis, atthesametimekissingherathousandtimesover, "saynomore, Itellyou, butwaittilldaycomes; whenItrustinGodtoarrangethisaffairofyourssothatitmayhavethehappyendingsuchaninnocentbeginningdeserves."
"Ah, senora," saidDonaClara, "whatendcanbehopedforwhenhisfatherisofsuchloftyposition, andsowealthy, thathewouldthinkIwasnotfittobeevenaservanttohisson, muchlesswife? Andastomarryingwithouttheknowledgeofmyfather, ; perhapswithnotseeinghim, andthelongdistanceweshallhavetotravel, thepainIsuffernowmaybecomeeasier; 'tknowhowthedevilthishascomeabout, orhowthisloveIhaveforhimgotin; Isuchayounggirl, andhesuchamereboy; forIverilybelievewearebothofanage, andIamnotsixteenyet; forIwillbesixteenMichaelmasDay, next, myfathersays."
DorotheacouldnothelplaughingtohearhowlikeachildDonaClaraspoke."Letusgotosleepnow, senora," saidshe, "forthelittleofthenightthatIfancyislefttous: Godwillsoonsendusdaylight, andwewillsetalltorights, oritwillgohardwithme."
