Mar. This young man, this steward you have so kindly supplied us with, he has been recognized. He is known!
Des. Well, suppose he is; what of it?
Mar. Why does he bear a false name?
Des. He don't.
Mar. Doctor—
Des. Manuel is his Christian name. I suppose he may make what use of it he pleases. Whether he puts it first or last, is nobody's business but his own.
Mar. His motive?
Des. His motive, Mademoiselle, is worthy of himself, and proceeds from a sense of honest pride, which many would do well to imitate. He is a gentleman, and a man of honor, reduced to sudden poverty, and compelled to labor for a livelihood. Now, I'm not acute enough to perceive any plot in all this. But I do perceive that you are doing your best to drive him from this place.
Mar. Doctor, your word is enough. I believe you, and I thank you. Oh, it is so sad to look only on the gloomy side of things. I thank you so much, and never liked you half so well as I do to-day.
[While speaking this speech, she searches for the rose she has taken from Manuel, and, on finding it, places it in her bosom.