Servant. Certainly, sir. If you want anything, you'll find me downstairs. [Exit servant.]
SCENE II
Don Julian and Don Severo.
D. Severo. [Looking round.] How modest!
D. Julian. Poor is a better word.
D. Severo. What a lodging! [Opens the door and peeps in.] An alcove, this study, and an outer room—and that's all.
D. Julian. And thereby hangs the devil's own tale of human ingratitude, of bastard sentiment, of miserable passions, and of blackguard calumny. And whether you tell it quickly or at length, there's never an end to it.
D. Severo. It is the work of chance.
D. Julian. Not so, my dear fellow. It was the work of—well, I know whom.
D. Severo. Meaning me?