Dol. Until then—come, Carmen.
Car. (to Javier). And you, too, leave him alone; you must not have any more privileges than we.
Dol. Are you coming to keep us company?
Jav. Later on.
Car. Is everything in order? (Looking round.)
Dol. I think so. Adieu.
Car. Adieu!
[Exeunt to left Carmen and Dolores, half embracing each other.
Jav. The field is clear. Poor women! How they love him! It is adoration. (Going to right.) Lazarus! Good-for-nothing! Now you can come—come, if you can!
Enter Lazarus, pale, somewhat in disorder, and with unsteady
step; in short, as the actor may think fit.