'Tis false, thou canst not love me," and Stanley sprung to his feet disappointed, wounded, till he scarce knew what he said.

"I would give up Spain and her monarch's love for thee.

I would live in slavery beneath a tyrant's rule to give thee a home of love.

I would forget, trample on, annihilate the prejudices of a life, unite the pure blood of Stanley with the darkened torrent running through thy veins, forget thy race, descent, all but thine own sweet self.

I would do this, all this for love of thee.