Quinola If love would only cash my note of hand, we might still get out of this hole.
(Exit Monipodio.)
SCENE THIRD
Quinola and Fontanares.
Quinola (rubbing an onion into his bread) This is the way we are told the Egyptian pyramid-builders were fed, but they must also have had the sauce which gives us an appetite, and that is faith. (Drinks water.) You don't appear to be hungry, senor? Take care that the machine in your head doesn't go wrong!
Fontanares
I am nearing the final solution—
Quinola (whose sleeve splits up as he puts back the crock) And I have found one in the continuity of my sleeve. In this trade my clothes are becoming as uncertain as an unknown quantity in algebra.
Fontanares
You are a fine fellow! Always merry, even in the depths of misfortune.
Quinola And why not, gadzooks! Fortune loves the merry almost as much as the merry love her.