Paca rises and approaches.
Jav. Many thanks: they gave me supper a short time ago: it is now very late—and I take nothing at such an hour as this. (To Paca.) Don’t trouble yourself on my account.
Tim. Then, trouble yourself on my account. Go go, and bring that.
Paca. Yes, señor, yes; I am going, Don Timoteo.
[Exit fanning herself.
Jav. Good heavens! Manzanilla at this hour?
Tim. Yes, yes, of course, I know that you are very steady. Lazarus writes dramas; you write history; but, my friend, a glass is taken at any historical moment whatever.
Jav. At any historical moment? But one o’clock in the morning, although it be an exquisite morning of summer, is that an historical moment or a moment to go to sleep?
Tim. For the pleasure of tasting, eh? for the pleasure of tasting a sweet little drop of Manzanilla, the twenty-four hours of this day, and the twenty-four of the following, and those of the next, are marked down in all treatises, young man. Admit that there are no young men nowadays.