Diana, the Countess of Belflor, has discovered that her personal
DIANA: So then, Teodoro, you've a mind to marry?
TEODORO: No mind for anything unless you wish it; and you should understand that my offence is not so gross as others may have told you. You know that Envy has a scorpion's tongue, and Ovid, if he'd ever been a servant would hardly have described its dismal dwelling as if it lived in lonely vales or mountains; it lives and reigns among us servants here.
DIANA: It isn't true, then, that you love Marcela?
TEODORO: I could survive without her.
DIANA: But they tell me you've lost your wits about her?
TEODORO: Wits like mine are no great loss; and yet you must believe me, your ladyship, that even though Marcela may merit such devotion, I've not shown it.
DIANA: You mean you haven't murmured such endearments as might beguile a somewhat
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