Sister Assumcion (crossing herself): Strange words! Where was it that you met him?
Don Manuel de Lara: In the streets of Seville ... at night.
Sister Assumcion: And what was he doing?
Don Manuel de Lara: He was standing by a niche in which was an image of Our Lady with a lamp burning before it, and by its light he was examining a key. And he was laughing.
Sister Assumcion: Well?
Don Manuel de Lara: That is all.
Sister Assumcion: All? (Shrilly): Who are you? (Plucks at his cloak which he allows to fall.)
Don Manuel de Lara: Well, and are you any the wiser?
Sister Assumcion: No, your face is unknown to me.