BELLA. Don’t you see, if the impression produced by it be favorable, you can try it on my father and lay your case before him. Then in an adverse event, you’ll still be unknown.
DOM. (doubtfully, scratching his chin.) Ye—es; but I’d like to catch a glimpse of Mr. Duval to-night.
BELLA. He has already gone home. Now listen, Dominique. Don’t be seen with me any more to-night. We’ll only jeopardize our chances.
DOM. (kicks a flower lying on the floor.) Allow me to conduct you to your friends. (Bella takes his arms and as they turn to move away, Pedro enters and sees them; exeunt Bella and Dominique.)
PED. (savagely, yet calculatingly.) There is a way ... it may not be worth much, but then again it may. (re-enter Dominique alone; as he is passing, Pedro goes up to him; raises his hand.) “TO-MORROW—”
DOM. “AND HER DUPES.”
PED. (offers Dominique his hand; gives him a hearty shake.) At eleven o’clock on the morning of the 7th, you are to go to the Cafe Marin for an important paper containing news of urgent import for Lafitte. At three o’clock of the same day, you are to bring the documents to Lafitte at l’hotel des Exiles.
DOM. At three o’clock.
PED. I am understood?