-Nor is it, Martin … My husband does not object to anything and …
– Ah! Don Elias compromise! … Cried the young man, full of surprise and joy. Well, then what’s stopping us? What does it matter the rest of the world? I come prepared to do anything … I know that day I was too cruel! In addition, I bring its million … I have it in letters about Malaga … My father, seeing me pay this debt, bless my union with Soledad! … Ah, madam … Just name the soul of my life … Tell me about it! Eight years ago I have not heard from you! … Tell me … I still love, that she is the one who defeated his father … Quiets you too! Lady, you better have guts … Get me out of this horrible anguish! What? What happened during my absence?
-Calm down, son … It scares me to see that! Replied the poor woman, crying again. I will tell you all if you swear you again … if you swear not to go into the city … Oh! Do not look! … Do not fret! … God!
What this man want to know misfortunes? Why want to be as miserable as I am?
– Speak, Lord, for Christ’s sake, and above all, do not tell me much as I return! That’s a sacrilege, when I come to spend eight years of expatriation and fight and just walk thousands of miles, thinking always go where I have arrived! Talk soon, or ride a horse and go home you find out for myself the horror of trying to hide! … but I’m wrong … I torment too … Soledad may not be dead! … What certainly happens is that your husband intends to very difficult … absurd. Say I well? Is that it? So do not rush you. Everything is arranged with calm and restraint …
Maria Josefa Sena still hesitated a moment, until at last murmured dully:
-Again I tell you that my husband does not intend anything. My husband is dead!