Alv. (groping his way). The fool! but I can find the door.
[Exit.
Leon. There goes some one!
Flora. The man’s mad!
Leon. Am I? Halloa! halloa, there!
Enter Juan with light.
Juan. What is the matter?
Flora. Nothing, nothing, my lord.
Leon. Nothing? I say it is something, a great—
Flora. My lord, going to shut the door, I stumbled, fell, and put out the light, that’s all.