"True. Well, be it so; it is perhaps better as it is and that she is with you."
"Have you forgotten, brother, what occurred exactly a year ago today, at sunrise, between you and me, when, in a moment of folly, I confessed to you my love for Doña Antonia de Solis?"
"What is the good of recurring to it, brother? We are reconciled now, thank God; and I hope nothing may happen to separate us again."
"Do not hope so, brother," replied Don Leoncio in melancholy accents.
"What do you mean, brother? My wife—"
"Your wife has never ceased to be worthy of you; you will go and see her?"
Don Guzman hesitated.
"No," said he, at length; "not now; let us first finish with these rascals; then I will give myself up to happiness."
"Let it be so," said Don Leoncio, rejoiced.
Two persons now made their appearance; they were Don Diego de Solis, and Doña Antonia, his sister, and the wife of Don Guzman.