MAN. I’ll be back in a moment.
DAR. Very well. (exeunt severally; enter Lafitte.)
LAF. No trace of the house. (re-enter Darblee.) Is Don Manuel d’Acosta here?
DAR. He has gone, but he will be back immediately. (music heard; Lafitte walks about.)
LAF. What is that music?
DAR. Some ceremony in the Church, I suppose. (Lafitte walks to window as a little band of black-robed nuns file out silently from the Church; they disappear and music ceases.)
LAF. I am going into the smoking-room. Notify me so soon as Don Manuel returns.
DAR. Very well. (exeunt; enter Baptiste, followed by Lizbette.)
BAP. (pointing to the mask.) Dar tis. Cyarnt yo conjure de sperrit o’ dat daid man ’let me ’lone? I cyarn warn no pirates. I dunno wat t’warn ’em ’bout. En ef I did, who dat gwine b’lieve a old nigger like me anyway?