e grandee of Spain.

(Exeunt all except Fontanares.)

SCENE SIXTEENTH

Fontanares (alone in the front of the stage)
While Marie is in a convent the sunlight cannot warm me. I am bearing
up a world, yet fear I am no Titian. No, I shall never succeed; all is
against me. And this work which cost me three years of thought and ten
months of toil will never cleave the ocean! But now, I am heavy with
sleep. (He lies down on the straw.)

SCENE SEVENTEENTH

Fontanares (asleep), Quinola and Monipodio (entering by the Postern).

Quinola
Diamonds! Pearls and gold! We are saved.

Monipodio
Don't forget. The Brancadori is from Venice.

Quinola
Then I'd better be getting back there. Send me the landlord; I wish to
re-establish our credit.

Monipodio
He is here.

SCENE EIGHTEENTH

The same persons and the Landlord of the Golden Sun.

Quinola
What is this, senor, Landlord of the Golden Sun? You don't seem to
have much confidence in the star of my grandson?

The Landlord
A hostelry, senor, is not a banking house.

Quinola
No, but you should not, for charity's sake, have refused him bread.
The most noble republic of Venice sent me to bring him to that city,
but he is too fond of Spain! I return, as I arrived, secretly. I have
nothing with me that I can dispose of excepting this diamond. A month
from this time I will remit to you through the bank. Will you arrange
with my grandson's servant for the sale of this jewel?

The Landlord
Your people here, senor, shall be treated like princes of wealth.

Quinola
You may go.

(Exit landlord.)

SCENE NINETEENTH

The same persons, excepting the landlord.

Quinola
I must go and change my dress. (He looks at Fontanares) He sleeps;
that noble heart has at last succumbed to its emotions; it is only we
who know how to yield before misfortunes; our carelessness he cannot
share. Have I not done well, in always obtaining a duplicate of that
which he required? (To Monipodio) Here is the plan of the last piece;
do you take charge of it.

(Exeunt.)

SCENE TWENTIETH

Fontanares (sleeping), Faustine and Mathieu Magis.

Mathieu Magis
There he is!

Faustine
To what a plight have I reduced him! From the depth of the wounds
which I have thus inflicted upon myself, I realize the depth of my
love! Oh! how much happiness do