Ernest. He is dying—and implores me—and doubts me—father!
Severo. Come, we must. [Pushes open the door above Ernest's shoulder. Teodora is discovered.]
Ernest. My God!
Severo and Pepito. She!
Reuda. A woman!
Teodora. [Coming forward to her husband and embracing him.] Julian!
D. Julian. Who is it? [Pushes her away to stare at her, drags himself to his feet with a violent effort, and shakes himself free of all aid.] Teodora! [Falls lifeless to the ground.]
ACT III
The same decoration as first act: an arm-chair instead of a sofa. It is night; a lighted lamp stands on the table.