Leon. And I stumbled too.
Juan. Well?
Leon. Over a man.
Juan. In this chamber?
Leon. Yes, and—
Flora. Nonsense! my lord, he stumbled against me, as we both floundered in the dark.
Leon. You! What have you done with your beard then?
Juan. Are you mad? or is this some foolery?
Leon. My lord, I swear I stumbled over a fellow here.
Juan (aside). And she so anxious to light me to her chamber! what is all this? Take the lamp, Leonelo. Though partly I think you have been dreaming, I will yet search the house; come with me. I will draw the sting of suspicion at once, come what come may.