D. Julian. [Seizing his arms.] The man was I!
Pepito. Sir?
D. Julian. And Teodora the woman? How have we fallen—she, myself, our love? [Sits down and covers his face with both hands.]
Severo. What have you done, you blockhead!
Pepito. Didn't he say he knew all about it? and I naturally believed him.
D. Julian. Dishonoured, dishonoured!
Severo. [Approaching him.] Julian, my dear fellow.
D. Julian. It is true. I ought to be calm, I know. But what heart can I have when faith is gone? [Seizes his brother's hand.] Just heaven! Why are we so disgraced? What reason have they to turn and throw mud at us? No matter. I know my duty as a gentleman. I can count on you, Severo?
Severo. On me? Till death, Julian. [They shake hands cordially.]
Julian. [To Pepito.] The duel?