_Don Lorenzo, Juana, Doña Ángela. Afterwards Edward._
DOÑA ÁNGELA. [_Enters precipitately._] The duchess!
DON LORENZO. [_Angrily, while Juana tears paper from him, and conceals
it._] Again! leave me alone. What do you want?
DOÑA ÁNGELA. Lorenzo, Lorenzo.
EDWARD. [_Rushes in._] Don Lorenzo!
DON LORENZO. You, also—go away, go all of you.
DOÑA ÁNGELA. Mercy upon us, what is this? What can it mean? What is the
matter with you, Lorenzo? do be sensible.
DON LORENZO. Away, away! I implore, if needs be I am ready to kneel to
you, but only leave me. Oh, human selfishness! They think there is
nothing else besides their passions and interests. Tomás, Ángela,
Edward, the duchess—all of them. Ah, it is the dropping of water on
the skull.
EDWARD. But, sir, my mother is coming——
DOÑA ÁNGELA. Yes, the duchess, tired of waiting, is coming.
EDWARD. She says she is coming herself to seek the sage in his den.
DON LORENZO. Then let her come. But leave me, leave me all of you, if
you would not drive me wild.
DOÑA ÁNGELA. [_To Edward._] It is impossible for your mother to see him
in this state.
EDWARD. Come, madam, we will go and keep her in the gallery to gain
time. Perhaps Inés will be able to soothe him in a little while.
[_Exeunt Edward and Doña Ángela._]