Doña Ángela. It is true, my friend, 'twould indeed be no easy matter to find consolation for such a sorrow as mine.
Dr. Tomás. There is no human sorrow inconsolable, however great it may be.
Doña Ángela. Oh, but mine is.
Dr. Tomás. Yours still less than many others. Come, let us discuss it dispassionately.
Doña Ángela. How can I, with fever running fire in my veins?
Dr. Tomás. Hear me out. If what Don Lorenzo asserts be true, if there were irrefragable proofs——
Doña Ángela. Then my poor husband would not be out of his mind. We it would be who are blind and foolish. Oh, what a blessing that would be!
Dr. Tomás. Not so great, for in that case you would have to face poverty, dishonour—death even.
Doña Ángela. Hush, Tomás.
Dr. Tomás. I say death advisedly, for Inés would most certainly die of it. On the other hand, if Lorenzo's calamity be proved——