BAP. (looks at her dazedly; finally fumbles in his pockets) I done got a little money hyar, Aun’ Lizbette, to hep make up wat de sperrit took ’way dat day.
LIZ. (turning the money over in her hand dissatisfiedly.) Huh!—Is yo see her? (Baptiste shakes his head.) Den go. (Baptiste bows and turns to go.) But yo better look out.
BAP. (stopping and turning around.) Ma’am?
LIZ. (moving bric-a-brac about energetically.) I dunno wat dat gwine save yo.
BAP. (trembling.) Who me?
LIZ. ’Ceptin’ yo gits spunky.—Go ’long.
BAP. Home?
LIZ. Ef yo doan hear fum me in fifteen minutes.
BAP. Lordy! (exeunt Baptiste and Lizbette; enter hurriedly Mariana, followed by Manuel; both in evening dress.)
MAN. Won’t you let me know your purpose?—Won’t you let me share with you your hopes and fears?