room and lay him on the bed. [Ernest wheels round in terror.]
Ernest. Where?
Severo. In here.
Pepito. Yes.
Ernest. No. [Strides back, and stands before the door. The group are on the point of lifting Don Julian, desist, and stare at Ernest in indignant surprise.]
Severo. You forbid it?
Pepito. Are you mad?
Severo. Back: can't you see he is dying?
D. Julian. What is it? He doesn't wish it? [Raises himself and looks at Ernest in distrust and fear.]
Rueda. I don't understand it.
Pepito. Nor I.
Ernest. He is dying—and implores me—and doubts me—father!
Severo. Come, we must. [Pushes open the door above Ernest's shoulder. Teodora is discovered.]
Ernest. My God!
Severo and Pepito. She!
Rueda. A woman!
Teodora. [Coming forward to her husband and embracing him] Julian!
D. Julian. Who is it? [Pushes her away to stare at her, drags himself to his feet with a violent effort, and shakes himself free of all aid.] Teodora! [Falls lifeless to the ground.]
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