[Lifting his head with difficulty; he sees only dimly with his dulled eyes]: What more? What happened?
Thomas
The Baron shot himself. Honestly. Straight here! He's lying out yonder.
He
[Thinking it over]: Baron? [Laughs.] Then the Baron burst?
Jackson
Stop it! It's shameless. A man died and you.... What's the matter with you, He?
He
[Stands up, lifted to his feet by the last gleam of consciousness and life, speaks strongly and indignantly]: You loved her so much, Baron? So much? My Consuelo? And you want to be ahead of me even there? No! I am coming. We shall prove then whose she is to be for ever....
[He catches at his throat, falls on his back. People run to him. General agitation.]