Car. That’s true, without cause.
Juan. His head is far more steady than ours. This way—between the two.
Laz. No. I remember everything now; between the two, no; I was alone with my mother; you were not there! Go away, go away. (Putting his father away without violence.)
Juan. You don’t remember that well, Lazarus. (With humility.) We were both beside you many times. (In a tone of anguish.) Is it not true, Dolores? (In a supplicating manner.)
Dol. Yes, my dear.
Laz. No—I must not be contradicted. I was alone with her. (Embracing her.)
Dol. My son.
Juan. Why do you put me away? Can I love you more than I do?
Laz. Ah! yes—well, you are right, father.
Juan. You see? I was right!