Doña Ángela. Yes, it will be a terrible one—very terrible to walk between two precipices. Lorenzo on the one side, Inés on the other. You are right indeed.
Don Lorenzo. [Aloud, angrily.] I have lost it.
Dr. Tomás. [Aside, turning round.] I should think you have, unfortunate man.
Doña Ángela. Lorenzo!
Don Lorenzo. Ah, they're there. [Recognises them with a suspicious glance.]
Doña Ángela. [Gently.] What are you looking for? We will help you.
Don Lorenzo. You! no. Wherefore? It is my work.
Doña Ángela. But at least tell us what you have lost.
Don Lorenzo. Everything—even the love of mine own. Say if there can be more for me to lose.
Doña Ángela. No, Lorenzo, do not believe it.