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 at this moment, what with delight and the heat of the fire, my eyes do shine with an extraordinary brightness. I should like to be pretty—prettier than ever—for his sake, for his dear sake. But why does he not come? It is very late. Now that I want so much to see him, he won't come. You see he won't come—men are so selfish and horrid.

SCENE V

Inés and Edward.

. [Going toward him.] Edward, Edward!

. My darling.

. How late you are!

. [Submissively.] I always come at two o'clock.

. It is now three.

. Is it possible? [Looks at his watch.] No, my beloved, it is only a quarter to two.

. [Authoritatively.] It is three o'clock.

. [Shows her his watch] A quarter to two. Are you convinced? [Points to the clock on mantelpiece.] And look there—it is the same hour.

. [Offended.] Well, I suppose you are right. What an accomplished lover to haggle over minutes! It is always too early to come, too late to stay with his Inés, and he subjects the beats of his heart to the measurements of his time-piece.

. [Beseechingly.] Inés.

. Go away, go away. It is not yet two—it still wants fifteen minutes to the hour. Go and take a turn about the streets, and look at the people, and come back at two sharp.

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