Ernest. [Aside.] Let him stop there.
Mercedes. [Gravely and mysteriously to Teodora.] I wish he would go. I want to speak to you.
Teodora. Indeed?
Mercedes. [In same tone.] Yes, it is something very serious.
Teodora. Well, begin!
Mercedes. Why doesn't he go?
Teodora. [In a low voice.] I don't understand you.
Mercedes. Courage! [Takes her hand and clasps it affectionately. Teodora looks at her in sombre question.] Send him about his business.
Teodora. If you insist. Ernest, will you do me a favour?
Ernest. Gladly—with a thousand wills.