Ernest. It seems that everybody is interested in me.
D. Julian. I should think so, since everybody is to be the principal personage of your play. You may imagine if they are anxious to be on good terms with you.
Teodora. A play?
D. Julian. Hush! 'Tis a mystery. Ask no questions. Neither title, nor characters, nor action, nor catastrophe—the sublime! Good-night, Ernest. Come, Teodora.
Ernest. Adieu, Don Julian.
Teodora. Till to-morrow.
Ernest. Good-night.
Teodora. [To Don Julian.] How preoccupied Mercedes was!
D. Julian. And Severo was in a rage.
Teodora. Why, I wonder.