But, Senora Betty, say, how comes it that, being so handsome," and he bowed, "you are not married either?
I am sure it can be from no lack of suitors." Again Betty, foolish girl, flushed with pleasure at the compliment.
"You are right, Senor," she answered.

"I have plenty of them; but I am like my cousin--they do not please me.

Although my father lost his fortune, I come of good blood, and I suppose that is why I do not care for these low-born men, and would rather remain as I am than marry one of them." "You are quite right," said d'Aguilar in his sympathetic voice.

"Do not stain your blood.

Marry in your own class, or not at all, which, indeed, should not be difficult for one so beautiful and charming." And he looked into her large eyes with tender admiration.
This quality, indeed, soon began to demonstrate itself so actively, for they were now in the fields where few people wandered, that Betty, who although vain was proud and upright, thought it wise to recollect that she must be turning homewards.