Chis. (advancing). Hold! Hold!
Capt. I’ll show you, sir, how to talk to me in this way.
(Draws his sword.)
Reb. It is before your commission, not you, I retreat.
Capt. That shan’t save you, rascal!
(Pursues Rebolledo out.)
Chis. Oh, I shan’t be Madam Roulette after all. Murder! murder!
[Exit, calling.
Scene III.—Isabel’s Garret. Isabel and Ines.
Isab. What noise is that on the stairs?