Severo. He who follows the narrow path of loyalty and duty, and is always that which he appears to be, need never fear the light, nor blush in its glare.
[The servant enters with lamps, the stage is brilliantly illuminated. After a pause.]
Teodora. [Laughing naturally.] So I should think, and such, I imagine, is the general opinion. [Looks at Mercedes.]
Mercedes. I suppose so.
Severo. Hulloa, Don Ernest! what were you doing out there? Were you with Teodora when we came in! [Speaks with marked intention.]
Ernest. [Coldly.] I was here as you see.
Severo. The deuce you were! It is rather dark to see. [Approaches him with outstretched hand, looking fixedly at him. Teodora and Mercedes converse apart. Aside.] His face is flushed, and he appears to have been crying. In this world only children and lovers weep. [Aloud.] And Julian?
Teodora. He went away to write a letter.
Ernest. [Aside.] Though I have patience to spare, this man tries me hard.
Severo. [To Teodora.] I am going to see him. There is still time before dinner?
Teodora. Plenty.
Severo. Good. Then to work. [Aside, rubbing his hands, and looking back at Ernest and Teodora. Aloud.] Goodbye.
Teodora. Goodbye.
Severo. [Rancorously, from the door.] My faith!
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