" As the boy spoke, he did so in a tone and a
manner that almost awed his father. At times he could assume this
mode, and when he did so, it was because he felt what he uttered,
and then it never failed of its influence upon the listener.
"Still," said Don Gonzales, somewhat subduedly, "he who would wed my
peerless child must bring something besides title and honor. A
fortune as large as her own-nothing else. This I know Lorenzo Bezan
has not, and there's an end of his intimacy with your sister, and I
must tell her so this very evening."
"As you will, father. You are her parent, and can command her
obedience; but I do not believe you can control Isabella's heart,"
said Ruez, earnestly.
"Boy, I do not like thee to talk to me thus. Remember thy youth, and
thy years. Thou art ever putting me to my metal."
"Father, do I not love thee and sister Isabella above all else on
earth?"
"Yes, yes, boy, I know it; thou dost love us well; say no more."
Ruez had broken the ice. He found that it was time, however, to be
silent now, and leaning back thoughtfully in the volante, he neither
spoke again, nor seemed to observe anything external about him until
he once more entered the Plato and his father's noble mansion.
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