MARQ. Mariana,—your pardon, ladies, for having kept you waiting, but the occasion admitted of no neglect.
M. AUG. We have just come from your house where they told us you were here. We have been notified that our ship sails almost immediately. Mariana will barely have time to take the veil.
MARQ. As trustee of her fortune, I have decided to see it safely with her in France,—the two chests; one of gold and one of jewels.
MAR. Oh, thank you, uncle for coming with us! Is Pedro here?
MARQ. No, he is not.
MAR. I so wished to tell him good-by. (enter Manuel, baffled, enraged, desperate.)
MAN. Mariana!
MAR. Mother Augustus, my cousin, Don d’Acosta. (Manuel bows.)
MAN. How happens it that you are leaving so soon?
MAR. That the Captain knows better than I do.