Laura. Yes, you were then master of my heart; that gave you a right which——
Car. You have now transferred to another.
[Flinging away her hand.
Laura. Well, sir!
Car. "Well, sir!"—Unblushing acknowledgement! False, fickle woman!
Laura. Because I have luckily got the start of you; in a few weeks I should have been the accuser, and you the false and fickle.
Car. And to secure yourself from that disgrace, you prudently looked out in time for another lover.
Laura. I can pardon your sneer, because you are mortified.
Car. Mortified!
Laura. Yes, mortified to the soul, Carlos!