Pepito. In a house, then?
Ernest. So I proposed.
Pepito. Where?
Ernest. Upstairs. [Speaks with cold indifference.] There's a room unlet upstairs, with a side window, through which nobody can look. Under the circumstances it's better than a field, and will be had for a handful of silver.
Pepito. And now all you need——
Ernest. The swords!
Pepito. I hear voices outside. Somebody is coming—the seconds?
Ernest. May be.
Pepito. It sounds like a woman's voice. [Approaches the door.]
Ernest. [Approaching also.] But who's keeping them?