Dr. Tomás. Yes—his wife. Don't say anything to her.
Bermúdez. [Aside to Dr. Tomás.] I'll be back shortly. Your servant, madam. [Salutes Doña Ángela, and exit C.]
SCENE III
Doña Ángela and Dr. Tomás. Doña Ángela follows Bermúdez with her eyes, then glances towards the closet where keepers are concealed.
Doña Ángela. Who was that going away? And who were the two men that accompanied him.
Dr. Tomás. Don't be alarmed, dear madam. It will be all right. These are only ordinary precautions, for, who knows? Don Lorenzo might have another access of fury like that of the night before last, and for your sakes—for his own
Doña Ángela. Oh, doctor, don't hint such a thing.
Dr. Tomás. Don't you remember with what frenzy he grasped poor Juana's dying body? Now that nobody is listening, in all confidence let me say that I firmly believe he was the determining cause
Doña Ángela. Tomás, Tomás!
Dr. Tomás. Well, at any rate he hastened her death. You heard how bitterly he accused himself in his delirium. Don't let us forge illusions. It was a real access of
Doña Ángela. [Sobbing.] Lorenzo, my husband!
Dr. Tomás. The crisis may return, for to-day
Doña Ángela. Yes, I know what his intention is. Ah, doctor, how unfortunate we are! How unfortunate my poor Lorenzo is!
Dr. Tomás. What is he doing now?
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