But she would not let him continue....

"No, No!..." And while she was moaning this protest, her arms were forming a ring around Ulysses' neck.

Her head drooped toward his, seeking the shelter of his shoulder.

A little mouth united itself modestly to that of the sailor, and at the same time his beard was moistened with a shower of tears.
And they said no more about it.
When, weeks afterward, Dona Cristina heard her son's petition, her first movement was one of protest.

A mother listens with benevolent appreciation to any request for the hand of her daughter, but she is ambitious and exacting where her son is concerned.