Vardos. God forbid it should come to that. (Gives basket.) Good night, Senorita. (Start for door down r.)
Dolores. Good night—(Crosses c.)—Vardos. You will go again tomorrow night?
Vardos. Yes, Senorita, willingly, until I know it is useless. (Off stage voice: "Bravo, Senorita!") Good night! (Off stage voice: "Bravo, Senorita!" Laughing and clapping of hands. Exit c. Vardos.)
(Exit Maximo, Gaspar and Spaniard, door r. Dolores lifts napkin and looks into basket; crosses and exits d.r. Enter door l.c. Robledo; stands, looks about insolently for a second.)
Robledo. Eh—hey, you, Pedro! (Receiving no answer, he crosses to table l.c., bangs crop on table and shouts again.) Hey, you, Pedro! What's the matter here? Where are you? (Enter Pedro, door r. Seeing Robledo, is immediately scared and anxious to please.)
Pedro. Oh, Senor Robledo!
Robledo. Wake up! What's the matter with you?
Pedro. One thousand pardons, Senor. What can I do for you?
Robledo. My horse is outside; he has had a hard ride. Wash him off, and don't give him any water until he is cool.
Pedro. Yes, Senor, it shall be just as you say. (Starting.)