Good-by, sir. [Exit L.
Sandy (watching her). She is gone!--gone! No! She has dropped on
the sofa in the ante-room, and is crying. Crying! I promised Jack
I wouldn't speak until the time came. I'll go back. (Hesitating,
and looking toward L.) Poor girl! How she must hate me! I might
just say a word, one word to thank her for her kindness to Johnny,--
only one word, and then go away. I--I--can keep from liquor. I
swore I would to Jack, that night I saw the old man--drunk,--and I
have. But--I can't keep--from--her! No--damn it! (Going toward
L.) No!--I'll go! [Exit L.
Enter hurriedly and excitedly JOVITA, R., followed by MANUELA.
Jovita. Where is she? Where is HE?--the traitor!
Manuela (entreatingly). Compose yourself, Dona Jovita, for the
love of God! This is madness: believe me, there is some mistake.
It is some trick of an enemy,--of that ingrate, that coyote,
Concho, who hates the Don Alexandro.
Jovita. A trick! Call you this a trick? Look at this paper, put
into my hands by my father a moment ago. Read it. Ah! listen.
(Reads.) "In view of the EVIDENT PREFERENCES of my son, Alexander
Morton, I hereby revoke my consent to his marriage with the Dona
Jovita Castro, and accord him full permission to woo and win his
cousin, Miss Mary Morris!" Call you this a trick, eh? No, it is
their perfidy! This is why SHE was brought here on the eve of my
betrothal.
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