JEAN. Let me speak to your uncle, sweetheart.
MAR. It would be useless.
JEAN. He is kind to you; he loves you.
MAR. He loves Manuel better. He is determined on the marriage.
JEAN. But if he saw your happiness is at stake?
MAR. He would call it caprice. You see my father’s will makes it easy for him to think desire, duty.
JEAN. Then marry me, sweetheart. Give me the right to make your peace secure. All that you have dreamed of me I will try to be; all that you have hoped for me I will work to achieve; all that you believe of me I will die to prove. Marry me, sweetheart. Say the yes that is in your eyes.
MAR. (closing them) My eyes are tell-tales which should be punished.
JEAN. (kissing them) Your eyes are altar lamps to Truth. Say the yes that is in your heart. (Mariana throws her arms around him) My sweetheart! To-night?