"The small frivolities, the mild indiscretions—all this the world grants a man in his youth, Helena. It is different with a man."
"Let it pass; there will be many ready to accept the defense. As for me, I cannot, Don Abrahan."
"It is strange that you should come to this conclusion at this late hour, Helena. There was no word of it before the last day of the fiesta, no word"
"Two days after I left your house, Don Abrahan, letters came from my friends in the capital. But I doubt, even without the things revealed to me"
"Lies, slanders," said Don Abrahan, disdain in the swelling of his nostrils, the rocking of his head. "Have I not been young? It is the fashion to slander such."
"Your son has an able advocate, Don Abrahan," she said, smiling a bit scornfully. "Do we have to go on with the discussion, only to come to nothing in the end?"
"It is soon done," Don Abrahan declared with sudden sternness, rising to his feet. "My son stands ready to forget the past, out of his great and honorable love for you, to accept you with all the taint of suspicion"
"Don Abrahan! Don Abrahan!"
Helena sprang up, shocked, outraged. It seemed as if forbearance had broken with his words, that she would fly at him and tear out his tongue.
