Ernest. Where?
Severo. In here.
Pepito. Yes.
Ernest. No. [Strides back, and stands before the door. The group are on the point of lifting Don Julian, desist, and stare at Ernest in indignant surprise.]
Severo. You forbid it?
Pepito. Are you mad?
Severo. Back: can't you see he is dying?
D. Julian. What is it? He doesn't wish it? [Raises himself and looks at Ernest in distrust and fear.]
Reuda. I don't understand it.
Pepito. Nor I.