Edward. Ungrateful girl! Do you doubt me?
Inés. I do not doubt you. But how lucky it is for me that your mother has consented!——if not! You love me dearly, I know—but you——a mother has a claim upon your obedience. If she said 'No,' like a good son, Edward—not so?—you would have spared her pain, and despite your soul's deep sorrow, you would have left your poor Inés, who so tenderly loves you. Don't listen, bad boy! Let nobody hear the whisper—but, indeed, I do love you so much that without you—see how foolish I am!—I should have died of grief.
Edward. Dearest!
Inés. So you see how grateful I ought to be to your mother, since it is not to you but to her that I owe my happiness.
Edward. You cruel girl! Don't you know what I should have done in spite of every obstacle? You feel it.
Inés. Yes. You would have obeyed and given me up.
Edward. Never,—for nothing, for nobody.
Inés. Will you swear it?
Edward. I swear it by all that is holy.
Inés. There, I am content.