Paca. Wicked things. That they won’t let these two be married.
Car. My God!
Juan. Why? Speak!
Dol. Quiet!
Juan. Say it low!
Paca. Because the señorito is about to have his last attack, and all will be at an end with him; and you—(to Carmen) your father is now going to take you away.
Dol. Ah! (runs to embrace her son, who has followed with his gaze the group.)
Car. (desperately). No! I—with him—for ever.
Juan (rushing to the cabinet). Bermudez! Here!