PROLOGUE.
PROLOGUE.
SCENE. A beautiful garden; rustic tables and chairs; to the right a castle, massive, elegant, imposing. Don Manuel D’Acosta, standing on the veranda, absorbed in thought. Enter Marquis D’Acosta.
MARQ. Manuel.—Manuel.
MAN. You called?
MARQ. Of what were you thinking so intently?
MAN. A little plan that I imagine will surprise Napoleon somewhat.
MARQ. He will at least reciprocate. He has prepared a surprise for us.