proof! yes; they are speaking of the proof. [Looks eagerly about the table for key of desk.]
Doña Ángela. Yes, it will be a terrible one—very terrible to walk between two precipices. Lorenzo on the one side, Inés on the other. You are right indeed.
Don Lorenzo. [Aloud, angrily.] I have lost it.
Dr. Tomás. [Aside, turning round.] I should think you have, unfortunate man.
Doña Ángela. Lorenzo!
Don Lorenzo. Ah, they're there. [Recognises them with a suspicious glance.]
Doña Ángela. [Gently.] What are you looking for? We will help you.
Don Lorenzo. You! no. Wherefore? It is my work.
Doña Ángela. But at least tell us what you have lost.
Don Lorenzo. Everything—even the love of mine own. Say if there can be more for me to lose.
Doña Ángela. No, Lorenzo, do not believe it.
Don Lorenzo. At last! The key. Heaven be praised! [Aside, distrustfully.] It was there—it was in the lock. [Opens desk and takes out the paper Juana placed there.] Ah, here it is. I breathe again freely. [Reads.] 'For Lorenzo.' This is the paper.
Doña Ángela. [Approaching.] Have you found what you were looking for?
Don Lorenzo. Yes. [Dr. Tomás also approaches.]
Doña Ángela. What paper is it?
[Don Lorenzo makes a movement to take paper out of envelope, but seeing Dr. Tomás and Doña Ángela come nearer, he puts it back in desk, locks it, and pockets the key.]
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