Don Lucas. I don’t know anything of the kind.
D. Alfonsa. Brother?...
Don Lucas. Do be quick and have done with it. You’ll all be the death of me.
D. Alfonsa. Well, I am a woman, and in love....
Don Lucas. The point at last.
D. Alfonsa. And with Don Pedro.
Don Lucas. All right.
D. Alfonsa. But he doesn’t love me; the treacherous wretch is courting Doña Isabel, and betraying both of us.
Don Lucas. I say, I don’t believe it.
D. Alfonsa. Well, you know, I often have fainting fits.