Your anger only falls on your daughter.

Come, Esteban, this is not worthy of a man." The "Wooden Staff" shook his head obstinately.
"You will not convince me, I do not wish to hear you.

That woman shall not return here; did she not leave me?
Let her follow her own path." "She left you from impulses of that instinct which all healthy beings possess.

That instinct for the preservation of the species, which poetry beautifies and which it calls 'Love.' If she had left you after receiving the blessing of a man before an altar, you would have been delighted, and would have received her with open arms whenever she came to see you.

She left you to be deceived, to fall into misery and shame, and, seeing her so unhappy, does she not deserve more pity at your hands than if you saw her living happily?
Reflect, Esteban, on the way in which your poor daughter fell.