"You know what has happened," she answered. "It is no wonder that I am
sad."
"I do not understand you, dear. Tell me what it is."
"I told you too much yesterday--"
"Too much?"
"Far too much."
"Are you going to unsay it?"
"How can I?"
She turned her face away and her fingers played nervously with her
laces.
"No--indeed, neither of us can unsay such words," said Orsino. "But I do
not understand you yet, darling. You must tell me what you mean to-day."
"You know it all. It is because you will not understand--"
Orsino's face changed and his voice took another tone when he spoke.
"Are you playing with me, Consuelo?" he asked gravely.
She started slightly and grew paler than before.
"You are not kind," she said. "I am suffering very much. Do not make it
harder."
"I am suffering, too. You mean me to understand that you regret what
happened yesterday and that you wish to take back your words, that
whether you love me or not, you mean to act and appear as though you did
not, and that I am to behave as though nothing had happened.
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