MAN. There has been no sudden good wind that he should thus hasten the time for sailing by twenty-four hours. (breaking from his angry sense of defeat into wild pleading.) And you?... Don’t go Mariana. Is there nothing I can say?
MAR. Yes. Tell me about Pedro.
MAN. I have no time for Pedro,—for anyone but yourself and myself. (enter Pedro.)
MAR. There he is now! Pedro. (goes to him.)
PED. (suave; affectionate; regretful.) Well,—is it good-by?
MAR. You’ll come to see me sometime.
PED. When I acquire means enough to travel on.
MAR. Oh, I wish—
M. AUG. We must be leaving.