Don Manuel, who has remained passive and motionless during the above scene, suddenly springs to his feet, his eyes blazing, his cheeks flushed.
Don Manuel de Lara (hoarsely): I, too, would have a key ... for the convent of San Miguel.
Trotaconventos: And would you in truth? (suspiciously). Has the convent some fairer nun than Sister Assumcion?
Don Manuel de Lara: How can I say? I have never seen any of the nuns. All I ask you, dame, is for a key.
Trotaconventos: And what if I refuse you a key, Sir Arrogance?
Don Manuel de Lara: I will pay for it all you ask ... even to my immortal soul.
Trotaconventos: And what do I want with your immortal soul? I’d as lief have a wild cat in the house, any market day.
Don Manuel de Lara (clenching his fists and glaring at her fiercely): A key, a key, old hag! Give me a key.
Trotaconventos picks up his scarlet cloak which he has let drop and waves in his face.