Enter a Servant, r. with a letter to Julio; he reads it, and then nods to the Servant, who exits, r.
Car. An appointment, I'll be sworn, by that air of mystery and satisfaction—come, be friendly, and communicate.
Julio. [Putting up the letter.] You are married, Carlos;—that's all I have to say—you are married.
Car. Pho! that's past long ago, and ought to be forgotten; but if a man does a foolish thing once, he'll hear of it all his life.
Julio. Ay, the time has been when thou might'st have been intrusted with such a dear secret,—when I might have opened the billet, and feasted thee with the sweet meandering strokes at the bottom, which form her name, when——
Car. What, 'tis from a woman then?
Julio. It is.
Car. Handsome?
Julio. Hum—not absolutely handsome, but she'll pass, with one who has not had his taste spoiled by—matrimony.
Car. Malicious dog!—Is she young?