Pepito. I hardly know how to tell you—yet I must——
Ernest. Speak.
Pepito. My head is in a whirl. Christ above, who would think——
Ernest. Quickly. A clear account of what has happened.
Pepito. What has happened? A great misfortune. Don Julian heard of the duel. He came here to look for you, and you were out. He went away to find the seconds, and marched them off to Nebreda's house.
Ernest. Nebreda's! How?
Pepito. The Lord send you sense. Don Julian's way, of course, who makes short work of convention and the will of others.
Ernest. Go on——
Pepito. [Going to the door.] They're coming, I believe.
Ernest. Who?