MAR. No. (she bends her head and lightly touches with her lips his wounded arm.)
JEAN. Because it seemed a sad thought.
MAR. It was. I was thinking of Pedro.
JEAN. Your brother?
MAR. Yes. Do you know, Jean, I am glad I cannot have the fortune my father left.
JEAN. I am glad that I shall be forever in your debt for the privilege of making you another.
MAR. Even if I had not met you, I could never have married Manuel, and, in that case, the fortune would have reverted to the Church.
JEAN. In that case it would have been your brother’s happiness and privilege to have shared his with you.
MAR. My brother was not even mentioned in the will. That is why I am glad I cannot have the money.