Don Manuel de Lara (nonchalantly): The key? (holding it out in front of him and smiling teasingly). It is delicately wrought.
Sister Assumcion (stamping): A madman!
Don Manuel de Lara: So many have said. But now, in that I have borne a message to you, will you return the grace and bear one for me? I have a kinswoman in this sisterhood and I would fain speak with her.
Sister Assumcion (insolently): Have you in truth? We have no demon’s kinswomen here ... well, and what is her name?
Don Manuel de Lara: Sister Pilar.
Sister Assumcion: Aye, she might be ... sprung from the same still-born, white-blooded grandame.
Don Manuel de Lara: Ah! (with suppressed eagerness). You know Sister Pilar well?
Sister Assumcion (with a short laugh): Aye, that I do.
Don Manuel de Lara: And ... is ... is she well?