Don Gonzalo. There was a quarrel.
Doña Laura. And later a duel.
Don Gonzalo. Yes, at sunrise, on the beach, and the merchant was badly wounded. My cousin had to conceal himself for a few days and later to fly.
Doña Laura. You seem to know the story perfectly.
Don Gonzalo. And so do you.
Doña Laura. I have told you that my friend related it to me.
Don Gonzalo. And my cousin to me. [Aside.] This woman is Laura. What a strange fate has brought us together again.
Doña Laura [aside]. He does not suspect who I am. Why tell him? Let him preserve his illusion.
Don Gonzalo [aside]. She does not suspect she is talking to her old lover. How can she? I will not reveal my identity.
Doña Laura. And was it you, by chance, who advised your cousin to forget Laura?