Dolores. Her Highness! (Calls) Father! Father!
Pedro. (Entering) What is it, Dolores?
Dolores. Quick! Her Highness is here!
Pedro. Her Highness! (He bustles downstairs.) Her Highness! (Calls off r.) Her Highness!
(Villagers enter door r. Enter Princess, Nita and Jose in motor clothes. Princess comes c. Jose door l. Nita left center up stage. Dolores l.c. Pedro right center, c. Villagers in door r., bowing low.)
Pedro. Your Highness does my humble inn great honor—— (Villagers bow.)
Princess. Thank you. (She nods to Villagers, extends her hand to Dolores, who carries it to her lips, curtseying.)
Dolores. Your gracious Highness, we are ill prepared for this great favor. Your exalted cousin gave but short warning of your coming.
Princess. My child, any place to remove the dust of travel will do for the present. Jose, I shall want the car later.
Nita. (l.c.) Your Highness is not thinking of going on to the castle tonight?