Pepito. [Aside.] By Jove, I see they know all about it. [Aloud.] We are all here. How do you do, uncle? How do, father? [Aside.] Easy. They know what's in the wind. [Aloud.] What brings you?—but I suppose you are looking for Ernest.
D. Severo. What else could bring us here?
D. Julian. I daresay you know what this madman is up to?
Pepito. What he's up to! Well, yes—rather. I know as much as another.
D. Severo. And it's to-morrow?
Pepito. No, to-morrow he is going away, so it must be to-day.
D. Julian. [Surprised.] What do you say?
Pepito. That's what Pepe Uceda told me last night at the club. He is Nebreda's second, so he ought to know. But why do you stare so oddly? Didn't you know——
D. Julian. [Hastily covering his brother's movement.] Everything.
D. Severo. We——