for nothing. I declare myself incompetent. It is a question of my best friend, of a brother almost. Besides, he has always struck me—you know my school. There is not a divisional line between reason and madness.
Bermúdez. Quite true. All men of learning are more or less insane.
Dr. Tomás. Precisely. Excitement of the brain beyond certain limits
Bermúdez. That's it. What we have to do is to see what can be done with Don Lorenzo. Now these two fellows
Dr. Tomás. Oh, it will be easy enough to invent a tale. We'll call them witnesses—say they've come with the notary—anything, in fact. Poor Lorenzo is not in a condition to take note of details.
Bermúdez. Where will they wait?
Dr. Tomás. [Pointing to door R.] Inside that door.
Bermúdez. [Going up the stage.] Here, Braulio! [Enter two keepers, rather heavy and rough in appearance.]
Dr. Tomás. Go into that closet. You will be called if necessary,—meanwhile, remain quiet. [Keepers salute and enter closet R.] Since Juana's death Don Lorenzo has not used this room. [To Bermúdez.] With the door shut [Shuts it.]
Bermúdez. [Looking at his watch.] I will be with you in a moment. I'll be back again before the notary arrives. I'm only off somewhere in the neighbourhood.
Dr. Tomás. A visit?
Bermúdez. Yes; a very strange case of insanity. [Enter Doña Ángela, who stands looking at Bermúdez.] She's? [To Dr. Tomás, glancing at Doña Ángela.]
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