[A pause.
Tim. Solemn silence! Silence, a precursor of something very grave. Ha! ha!
Enter Carmen, Nemesio, and Javier.
Car. (to her father). Did you call me?
Tim. Silence, little one. Don’t you see how grave we all are?
Car. But what’s the matter?
Tim. (to his daughter). You stand beside Dolores.
A movement among all: Carmen embraces Dolores.
So: that’s well.
Dol. My own daughter!