Dr. Tomás. Doctor.
Bermúdez. Dr. Tomás.
Dr. Tomás. Punctual as ever.
Bermúdez. No, I am a little early. I want to hide these fellows somewhere.
Dr. Tomás. Yes, yes, I understand.
Bermúdez. I have made them dress so as to avert suspicion in Don Lorenzo. This is a case for such general precautions.
Dr. Tomás. Quite so, quite so. We must proceed with great caution. It was an access of fury, a veritable access of fury, as I told you. He has only had one, the other night. Perhaps I am mistaken.
Bermúdez. I sincerely hope so—and you, too, I am sure.
Dr. Tomás. Ah, my friend, I scarce know what I am doing. But we trust in your science, your experience, and profound penetration to relieve us of our present doubt.
Bermúdez. You flatter me. You also are a doctor——