Car. Did Javier go?
Dol. He went also.
Car. I am glad; Javier is very sensible.
Dol. So is Lazarus.
Car. I should think so; but a good friend is never superfluous, and Javier has admiration, affection, and respect for Lazarus.
Dol. (walking about impatiently). Still, it is getting late—very late.
Carmen turns towards the balcony.
What are you going to do?
Car. Well, to watch and see if Lazarus is coming.
Dol. (drawing her away from the balcony). No, child; you don’t think of your poor chest, nor of that most obstinate cough of yours. Moreover, the night is very dark, and you could see nothing. Come away, Carmen, come away; I’ll watch.