Lor. Yet still I'm calm as ever.
Car. Nay then have at your peace. Read that, and end the farce.
[Gives him Leonora's letter.
Lor. [Reads.] I have read it.
Car. And know the hand?
Lor. 'Tis Leonora's; I have often seen it.
Car. I hope you then at last are satisfied.
Lor. I am, [Smiling.] Good-morrow, Carlos.
[Exit Lor.
San. Sure he's mad, Master.