D. Julian. Right—more than right. A fine thing it would be if I let you carry the mire of the street into my drawing-room!
D. Severo. But I will do so.
D. Julian. You shall not.
D. Severo. You bear my name.
D. Julian. Enough.
D. Severo. And your honour——
D. Julian. Remember that you are in my wife's presence.
[Pause.]
D. Severo. [In a low voice to Don Julian.] If our father saw you——
D. Julian. What do you mean, Severo?