Don Lorenzo. Here?
Juana. Here. [Lifts her hand to her bosom.] Look, it is but a sheet of paper, and yet it weighs so heavily upon my heart.
Don Lorenzo. I must see it.
SCENE X
Juana, Don Lorenzo, Dr. Tomás behind.
Dr. Tomás. Lorenzo, Lorenzo!
Don Lorenzo. [Impatiently.] What do you want?
Dr. Tomás. The duchess has come.
Don Lorenzo. An appropriate hour.
Dr. Tomás. [Aside.] What a tone! [Aloud.] Come and receive her.