LIZ. Yo better look out!
DAR. (without.) Baptiste.
LIZ. What I tell yo! (Baptiste struggles to get away; Lizbette holds him tightly.) Keep firm, man! (enter Darblee.)
DAR. Baptiste! (Baptiste falls to the floor.) Lizbette! I won’t have you turning that crazy man of mine crazier. Get out, both of you! (exeunt Lizbette and Baptiste; enter Lafitte.) I’m afraid you may be disappointed in seeing Lafitte. (looking at his watch.) He’s late.
LAF. And Don Manuel?
DAR. Has not yet returned.—I suppose Lafitte will be here though. I never could understand that long absence of his. It must have due to a love affair.
LAF. You’d better keep a quiet tongue. Lafitte is not a man to endure prying into his private affairs.
DAR. (laughs.) One would think I need instructions. (enter Baptiste.)
LAF. Do you know Lafitte?