Don Lorenzo. Go away—in mercy leave me.
Doña Ángela. I wanted to show you the abyss you were falling into. I wanted to save Inés, and to save you yourself from your own outbreak.
Don Lorenzo. Yes, yes, Ángela. I understand, but leave me now.
Doña Ángela. Do you forgive me?
Don Lorenzo. I forgive you—and love you. Poor Ángela, you too are suffering. But I desire to be alone.
Doña Ángela. Very well. I am going. But do not fret. We shall find some way out of the difficulty. I will tell Inés that you want to see her—you would like to speak to her and comfort her?
Don Lorenzo. [Submissively.] If she wishes it.
Doña Ángela. Then wait here, and I will come for you presently, and then, beside our child, together, at one in our desire and with a common will, you'll see that we shall get the better of fatality which now seems to crush us.
Don Lorenzo. We'll conquer it, yes, we'll conquer it. [Speaks unconsciously.]
Doña Ángela. Good-bye, and don't bear me rancour.