You were crying, my little Consuelo?
Consuelo
Yes, a little. Alfred made me nervous. But tell me, is it my fault that I can't do anything to-day? I tried to, but I couldn't.
He
Why?
Consuelo
Ah, I don't know. There is something here. [Presses her hand against her heart.] I don't know. He, I must be sick. What is sickness? Does it hurt very much?
He
It is not sickness. It is the charm of the far off stars, Consuelo. It is the voice of your fate, my little Queen.
Consuelo