Berm. Quite so; it is a speciality.
Laz. A speciality, that’s it; it is a speciality. And moreover, I know that young man more intimately—poor Luis! And I can supply you with fresh particulars.
Berm. Oh! those of your mother were very precise. She has a keenly observant mind.
Laz. Very much so; don’t you describe it well! A keenly observant mind. (Aside.) My God!—my mother—and on her return home—her weeping—what does this man say?
Berm. Altogether it would be better that I should see the poor young man; but should that not be possible——
Laz. I should think it is possible, and that would be the best. You shall see him. I myself will take him to you—to your house. Yes, señor, to your house; yes, señor.
Berm. That will do perfectly. That was what I said to your mother, but she told me in reply that so long as things don’t come to an extremity, families require to consider. I understand and I impute no blame.
Laz. Nothing of the kind. Now, at this very moment you shall come with me to see that—that poor young man. A man like you! Why, there’s no difficulty about it.
Berm. (rising). Then I await your orders.
Laz. Allow me, my friend, my dear friend: first of all I should like—I beg of you to tell me what my mother explained to you and what was your opinion; because, although she related everything to me this morning, I should be glad to hear it from your lips. One learns everything by listening to such a man as Doctor Bermudez. (In a persuasive tone.) I am so anxious that you should speak, and that I should hear you. Indeed, it has been the dream of my existence. Speak, speak.