Pepito. [Interfering.] Father——
D. Severo. [Pushing him away.] Stop, sir.
Teodora. It can't be true.
Pepito. This is too horrible.
Teodora. It is a lie.
D. Severo. Come, Teodora—come and see. [Seizes her arm and leads her to the door.]
Teodora. Oh! My husband! Julian—dead. [Staggers shudderingly back, and falls half senseless.]
Ernest. [Covering his face.] My father! [Pause. Don Severo watches them rancorously.]
D. Severo. [To his son.] Turn her out.
Ernest. [Placing himself before Teodora.] What cruelty!