"He is generous enough, in the light of his great affection," Don Abrahan continued, hard in his tone, inflexible of purpose, "to close his eyes upon what would appear sufficient evidence to another, a less sophisticated man, and take you to his arms as his wife."
"The rake, the libertine!" she denounced Roberto, turning on him furiously. "Oh, you have no words of your own, you coward!"
"Silence!" Don Abrahan commanded. "He is under my interdiction, I speak for both. He is too generous to believe your intrigue with an inferior amounts to absolute guilt"
"Intrigue! you viper!"
"More as an escapade of adventurous youth, a thing to be censured, but forgiven."
"Generous gentleman!" she mocked. "And if I refuse to marry him, the penalty will be publicity, disgrace."
"No. A gentleman learns early in life when to keep silent," Don Abrahan returned. "You will reconsider your hasty words?"
"No!"
"You will think slowly, and speak slower. My son forgives the escapade of the oak tree, he forgives"
"Forgives! What absolution can he show for his own crimes?"
"He will forget what has passed, he will accept this restored compact as if you never had broken it by word or deed."
