A pause.
Jav. No, Lazarus is not well. I shall speak to his father—no, not to Don Juan. To his mother, who is the only person of sense in this house.
Laz. Javier.
Jav. What do you want?
Laz. Put Carmen’s picture more to the front.
Jav. So?
Laz. So. For her—the light; for Lazarus—the gloom.
Jav. (walking about slowly). Yes, I shall speak to his mother. And—happy coincidence! I had not remembered that the celebrated Doctor Bermudez, a specialist in all that relates to the nervous system, has arrived within the last few days. Then to him! let them consult with him.
Laz. (now almost asleep). Javier.
Jav. But are you not going to sleep?