Don Lorenzo. You are right. My will is irresistible when duty orders me. [To Dr. Tomás.] What do you think of all this?
Dr. Tomás. That it should be so.
Don Lorenzo. So it is. [Pause.] Poor Ángela! And do you know what we are going to do once the act is signed and the proof given up?
Dr. Tomás. You have a proof?
Don Lorenzo. You didn't know. [Aside, wondering.] (And they were talking about it when I entered!) Yes, I have it, irrefutable, past doubt, clear as daylight, although it is black as night and treason.
Doña Ángela. Keep calm, Lorenzo.
Dr. Tomás. Then what is it?
Don Lorenzo. A letter of my mother's—of the woman who called herself my mother.
Doña Ángela. [Aside.] Good Heavens! Can it be true?
Don Lorenzo. Her signature, her handwriting—it is here—in my power.