BEL. (to sentry at back) Is Captain Durand here?
JEAN. (overhearing him, and turning up stage from L. I. E.) Ah, Beluche!
BEL. You seem very happy. Are you not yet tired of your Spanish watch?
JEAN. Tired? I wish it might last forever.
BEL. We shall have you Spanishized next; praising the senors; adoring the senoritas.
JEAN. The senoritas—
BEL. Thank heaven, I can hear your rhapsodies seldom.
JEAN. You’ll force me to think soon, Beluche, that some fair senorita has jilted you heartlessly.
BEL. Would the thought suggest any caution?
JEAN. You admit?