JEAN. Oh—the Caribbean sea exploits? Pirates.
BEL. I beg your pardon. Privateers.
JEAN. I believe you are in earnest.
BEL. I am going there.
JEAN. To the New World?
BEL. To the New World. Will you go with me?
JEAN. My dear Beluche, impossible.
BEL. Then good-by. I must hurry back. (exit)
JEAN. Wait a moment. Beluche—What an eccentric! (looking towards Mariana’s window) But he does not know that I have found a new world already. (exit; enter Pedro R, U. E.; he sees Jean exiting; looks after him gloomily)
PED. Captain Durand! More officious than ever I presume, since the Emperor has been pleased to praise him. Confound the luck! To have to break off in the midst of my furlough for cursed gambling debts and threatened disgrace. However, my young Captain, you’ve been a sufficient thorn in my side; you won’t have a chance to step in my shoes yet awhile.—I must see Manuel. Re-enforced as he will be by Mariana’s fortune, his friendship appeals to me. (enter Manuel) How goes the world with my brother-in-law elect?