[Exit.
Elv. (locking the door). Well, that’s all safe, and now myself to hear what news is stirring.
Vicente (talking as he enters). In the devil’s name was there ever such a clutter made about a blow? People all up in arms, and running here and there, and up and down, and every where, as if the great Tom of Velilla was a ringing.
Elv. Vicente! what’s the matter?
Vic. Oh, a very great matter, Elvira. I am very much put out indeed.
Elv. What about, and with whom?
Vic. With all the world, and my two masters, the young and old one, especially.
Elv. But about what?
Vic. With the young one for being so ready with his fists, and the old one bawling out upon it to heaven and earth, and then Madam Blanca, she must join in the chorus too; and then your grand Don Mendo there, with whom seizing’s so much in season, he has seized my master, and my master’s father, and Don Guillen, and clapt them all up in prison. Then I’ve a quarrel with the King!