Ernest. Yes, mercy. But why should you claim it? What is it you fear? of what are you thinking? [Approaches her.]
Teodora. Forgive me if I have offended you.
Ernest. Offended me, no! The truth, that is what I crave,—and I implore it on my knees. See, Teodora, my eyes are wet. [Bends his knee before her and takes her hand. Don Julian's door opens, and Don Severo stands staring at them.]
D. Severo. [Aside.] Miserable pair!
Teodora. Don Severo!
SCENE VIII
Teodora, Ernest, and Don Severo. Ernest stands apart on the right. Don Severo places himself between him and Teodora.
D. Severo. [In a low voice of concentrated anger, so that Don Julian may not hear.] I can find no word or epithet adequate to the passion of contempt I would express, so I must be content to call you a blackguard. Leave this house at once.
Ernest. [Also in a low voice.] My respect for Teodora, for this house, and for the sick man lying in yonder room, sir, compels me to put my retort—in silence.
D. Severo. [Ironically, under the impression that Ernest is going.] It's the best thing you can do—obey and hold your tongue.