It isn't true. Alfred is not. Ah! But where is He? He said he'd run, and he hasn't come back.
Mancini
The buffet here is closed, and he has to get the sandwiches somewhere else. Consuelo, as your father, I want to warn you about He. Don't trust him. He knows something. [Twirls his finger close to his forehead.] His game is not fair.
Consuelo
You say it about everybody. I know He; he is such a nice man, and he loves me so much.
Mancini
Believe me, there is something in it.
Consuelo
Father, you make me sick with your advice. Ah! He, thank you.
[HE, breathing somewhat heavily, enters and gives her the sandwiches.]