Don Lucas. Well, sister Alfonsa?
D. Alfonsa. I have something to tell you.
Don Lucas. Deuce take it, everybody has something to tell me. But it’s my own fault for listening.
D. Alfonsa. Are we alone?
Don Lucas. Yes, sister.
D. Alfonsa. Will you be angry at what I’m going to tell you?
Don Lucas. How do I know?
D. Alfonsa. Well, you know....
Don Lucas. I don’t know.
D. Alfonsa. ... That I am a woman....