Feliciana—Caramba! Am I a relaxation? I thought thou didst take love more seriously, Lieut. Pedro. Seek new amusements for thine idle hours.
(Exit Feliciana—Pedro runs after her.)
Pedro—Feliciana, I swear by the stars—
(Exit. Pause.)
General—Does my son court shame behind my back?
Rodriguez—I love Lagrimas, I have asked her to be my wife.
General—Thou hast asked her?
Rodriguez—I offer my hand, where I have given my heart.
General—Dost thou not owe me the courtesy of knowledge? Am I to stumble on thy secret like any outsider?
Rodriguez—I would have told thee to-day.