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. This accounts for his silence, his absence. Oh, I
shall go mad!

Manuela. Compose yourself, miss. If I am not deceived, there is
one here who will aid us,--who will expose this deceit. Listen: an
hour ago, as I passed through the hall, I saw Diego, our old
Diego,--your friend and confidant, Diego.

Jovita. The drunkard--the faithless Diego!

Manuela. Never, Miss Jovita; not drunken! For, as he passed
before me, he was as straight, as upright, as fine as your lover.
Come, miss, we will seek him.

Jovita. Never! He, too, is a traitor.

Manuela. Believe me, no! Come, Miss Jovita. (Looking toward L.)
See, he is there. Some one is with him.

Jovita (looking). You are right; and it is she--SHE, Miss Mary!
What? he is kissing her hand! and she--SHE, the double traitress--