Quinola (to the marchioness) Here is your letter, but let me beg you, between ourselves, to write no more.
The Marchioness
We are saved!
(The court follows the king into the royal apartment.)
SCENE FOURTEENTH
Fontanares and Quinola.
Fontanares
Surely I am dreaming—Duke! Grandee of Spain! The Golden Fleece!
Quinola And Master of Naval Construction! We shall have plenty of contractors to patronize. The court is an odd place, I should like to succeed there; how is it to be done? By impudence? I have enough of that to sell! By trickery? Why, the king believes my tale of the Virgen del Pilar. (He laughs) But what is my master thinking about?
Fontanares
Let us start at once.
Quinola
For what place?
Fontanares
For Barcelona.