The old woman gave her the following counsel: "Miss, you have seventy-two quarterings in your arms, it is true, but you have not a penny to bless yourself with. It is your own fault if you do not become the wife of one of the greatest noblemen in South America, with an exceeding fine mustachio. What business have you to pride yourself upon an unshaken constancy?
Entráron Cunegunda y la vieja en bureo, y esta dixo: Señorita, vm. tiene setenta y dos quarteles y ni un ochavo, y está en su mano ser muger del señor mas principal de la América meridional, que tiene unos estupendos bigotes, y así no viene al caso echarla de incontrastable firmeza.