Edward. Do forgive me—I was wrong.
Inés. No, the error was mine. Desire hastens onward the hours for me, and you, to punish me, come and hold up a watch before my eyes. [Makes a quick movement and seems to hold something to his face.] What a poetic lover!
Edward. I confess my fault. I repent and humbly beg your pardon.
Inés. Ah, you admit it. That is better.
Edward. You see I was so happy and delighted to come that I quite lost knowledge of what I was saying, and even now I scarcely know what it is I am saying.
Inés. It was also wrong of me to scold you so, Edward. But I was so gay, so wild with eagerness in my desire to see you, that the moments seemed centuries to me.
Edward. Ah, I have to tell you, my own——
Inés. [Pays no heed to him.] I have such great news for you.
Edward. [Also does not heed her.] At last we are within reach of bliss.
Inés. I should think so—for life.