Dol. Lazarus, look how poor Carmen is grieved.
Juan. Nay, come, my daughter, come; Lazarus wishes you to come.
Laz. It cannot be. It is she who is going away. If she is going away she must be at a distance. And from a distance I say “Adieu, Carmen, adieu; I love you deeply.” (With passion.) Do you see? It is not that I do not love her; it is that things must be as they are.
Car. (restraining her grief, aside). Impossible! Impossible! My Lazarus!
Dol. (to her son). What’s the matter with you?
Juan. How are you, Lazarus?
Laz. Very well; between you two, very well, as when I was a child, with the same calmness, the same peace as then.
Dol. You remember?
Laz. Yes, for my head is very sound. With what clearness I remember those times!
Juan (to Dolores). You see? he is well, the same as during all those days. Carmen has alarmed herself without cause.