Laz. What do you see out there?
Paca. Nothing.
Laz. Just so. Nothing: that’s what we all see. And inside here, what do you see?
Paca. Well, you.
Laz. That’s it, the son of Don Juan drinking; and Paca whirling around. (Drinks another glass.)
Paca. Don’t drink any more, señorito: you are not at all well and it will do you harm. And Doña Dolores will be grieved and Don Juan will be grieved.
Laz. And I’ll make the Manzanilla grieve. And you, won’t you be grieved?
Paca. Why yes: for I am very fond of the señorito.
Laz. The result is that everybody is fond of me. Everybody is fond of me, and I am fond of nobody. Ah! of Carmen—yes: and of my mother as well: and of my father: and of poor Javier—well, then I am fond of everybody—This (taking a cup or glass.) must make it clear. (Giving Paca a glass.) Let us both make it clear.
Paca (stopping him). Señorito, for God’s sake!