it would not have produced a more prostrating effect.
“Gonzalo is my friend, in fact,” he gasped.
“Not if he knew himself,” insisted Ramona, ironically. “If it were so you could not have spoken as you have just done.”
“Then are you yet in relations with him?”
“You know it very well.”
“No,” replied the unfortunate youth, pale as a corpse; “I give you my word as a gentleman that I did not know it. My father told me some days past that he knew these relations were broken; only for this reason have I forced myself to reveal to you my love. I may endure the fact that you do not love me, since such is my lot, but I cannot be willing that you should