MARQ. You are very light-hearted these days.
MAR. There are so many beauties on beauties, and still out of sight and hearing, an infinite comfort, as if God had centered the Universe into a nesting hollow for us.
MARQ. You know, Mariana, that I wish you to marry Manuel.
MAR. Uncle—
MARQ. You know that your father wished it; left you his fortune only upon that condition.
MAR. Yes, I know.
MARQ. Think of these things. Do not let the caprice of a moment weigh against the wishes of your dead. (exit; Mariana sits absorbed in thought; enter Jean Durand; he has his left arm lightly bandaged; he comes up behind her, puts his right arm around her.)
MAR. (starting) Oh! It is you.
JEAN. I am jealous of those long thoughts of yours.