Doña Ángela. [To Edward.] It is impossible for your mother to see him in this state.
Edward. Come, madam, we will go and keep her in the gallery to gain time. Perhaps Inés will be able to soothe him in a little while.
[Exeunt Edward and Doña Ángela.]
SCENE XIII
Don Lorenzo and Juana.
Don Lorenzo. The paper! that accursed paper! Where is it? You have it.
Juana. [Showing it.] Yes.
Don Lorenzo. Then give it me. 'We had no children,' she said. [Makes an unsuccessful effort to read.] Where is it? I don't know. The letters swim before me. My eyes are dim. 'We had no children!' I cannot read, I can't. Do me the kindness to read it for me. [Juana takes the paper.] Ah, there, where it says: 'We had no children.'
Juana. [Reads.] 'My husband knew that an incurable disease was rapidly undermining his health. Death went with him, nestled in his heart. Mad with love for me, he wished to secure me all his fortune, and I—it was wrong, I know now, it was wrong, for he had a father living, but I,—oh, forgive me, Lorenzo, you who are so kind and honourable—I accepted.' [Pause.]
Don Lorenzo. Continue, continue.