Doña Ángela. What? Is it true? Oh, madam—— [To duchess, and takes her hand effusively.]
Edward. Yes [to Doña Ángela], I will explain it. You must persuade your husband.
Duchess. But——[Edward does not heed her, and talks aside to Doña Ángela.] That boy of mine does just what he likes with me. What am I to say to this good woman now that he has promised my consent? Oh, what a hare-brained fellow! The girl herself is lovely, like a dream, and altogether very charming. Poor Inés!—and Don Lorenzo possesses, or rather did possess, a colossal fortune. Ah! what things are human might and human vanity!
Doña Ángela. [To Edward.] I understand, I understand. [Then comes over to the duchess.] I am very grateful to you for your great kindness. Do, pray, carry the good news yourself to my daughter, and I, in a little while, will induce Lorenzo to consent. Never fear, he will give in. It is certain, else will he prove himself quite heartless.
Edward. Come, mother.
Duchess. What am I to do?
Edward. How good of you!
[Exeunt Duchess and Edward, R.]
SCENE IV
Doña Ángela, Don Lorenzo, enters door L.