Don Lorenzo. Who can they be? Enter, pray. [The keepers advance timidly, and speak abruptly.]
Braulio. Dr. Tomás——
Don Lorenzo. [Aside.] Ah, I understand.
Benito. Told us to wait there——
Don Lorenzo. Excuse me, I did not know——
Braulio. Not at all, sir.
Don Lorenzo. [Aside.] How odd they look, in sooth. Pray, be seated.
Benito. Thanks, sir.
Braulio. We are well enough standing.
Don Lorenzo. I cannot permit it——