PED. For which you shall be thankful. To return to Mariana: there is no use arguing with a woman in love. We must pit our wits against Durand’s, letting her know nothing of our interference. Go to her. Press your suit, besiege her with entreaty. Determine to win and you shall.
MAN. If you speak truth—
PED. There is no if but in yourself. Sweep aside all denial, rush her along the current of your will; make her breathless, powerless. When she recovers, she will admire, love you.
MAN. Pedro—
PED. No thanks, I’ll help you, if you will help yourself.
MAN. When shall I see you again?
PED. Leave that to me. Au revoir. (exit)
MAN. (enthusiastically) If Pedro be right!—(enter Mariana with a basket for gathering flowers)
MAR. Uncle has been seeking you, Manuel.