Doña Ángela. Tomás!
Dr. Tomás. In some good asylum here in Spain or abroad——
Doña Ángela. What! What is it you say? Separate him from us! Take him away! He—he—never. I am his wife. I will never consent to it.
Dr. Tomás. The sight of Inés will aggravate his delirium.
Doña Ángela. Her absence would be his death.
Dr. Tomás. He smothered that poor woman to death.
Doña Ángela. There you are wrong, Tomás. With her father Inés runs no risk. She is his daughter.
Dr. Tomás. He believed Juana to be his mother.
Doña Ángela. It must not be, Tomás, it must not be. Why can't you find a way of relieving my anguish instead of torturing me so?
Dr. Tomás. Doña Ángela!