Severo. You hear.
D. Julian. [To his brother.] Come.
Severo. What's the matter with you, Julian?
D. Julian. 'Tis a long while since I've felt so overjoyed. [Catches Severo's arm feverishly.]
Severo. The deuce! overjoyed! You're beside yourself.
D. Julian. I shall meet that fellow.
Severo. Nebreda?
D. Julian. Yes. Observe, until to-day calumny was impalpable. There was no seizing its shape. I have now discovered it, and it has taken a human form. There it is at hand, in the person of a viscount. Swallowing blood and gall for the past three months—the devil!—and now—fancy, face to face—he and I!
[Exeunt Don Julian and Don Severo.]