Laz. I have said that I wish to be alone. I love you dearly, but take notice that things have to be precisely as they are.
Dol., Car., and Don Juan are together; (Laz. contemplates them
with a vague smile; then he continues.)
Thus we are as we should be. Each one in his place—to every one his own. But I don’t want to be so lonely either. Let Paca come—Paca!
Juan. Whom is he calling?
Laz. Her. Paca!
Enter Paca.
Paca. Señorito.
Laz. Come; here—very close. (To the others.) Now I am not alone, you see, father? Now I have company, and merrier company than yours—you who are sad and gloomy as death. Take a glass, Paca, and give me another, and let us drink as we did a short time ago.
Dol. Lazarus!
Paca. Señorito, I drank a great deal, and now I don’t know—now, my head is——