Don Lorenzo. At last! The key. Heaven be praised! [Aside, distrustfully.] It was there—it was in the lock. [Opens desk and takes out the paper Juana placed there.] Ah, here it is. I breathe again freely. [Reads.] 'For Lorenzo.' This is the paper.
Doña Ángela. [Approaching.] Have you found what you were looking for?
Don Lorenzo. Yes. [Dr. Tomás also approaches.]
Doña Ángela. What paper is it?
Don Lorenzo makes a movement to take paper out of envelope, but seeing Dr. Tomás and Doña Ángela come nearer, he puts it back in desk, locks it, and pockets the key.]
Don Lorenzo. A very important one. [Looks from one to the other angrily and suspiciously.] But why do you want to know?
Doña Ángela. Don't be offended, Lorenzo. Forgive me if I have committed an indiscretion.
Don Lorenzo. I forgive! It is I who want your forgiveness. Through me, through my fault, are you about to be plunged into misery.
Doña Ángela. Do not say so. We could never be miserable, you being happy.
Don Lorenzo. And I, could I be happy, fortune having deserted you and my beloved child?