Alon. Let a chamber be got ready for my nephew, Don Torribio, directly. Brigida!
Brig. (entering). Sir?
Alon. See that linen be taken up into Don Torribio’s room. Otañez, have dinner ready for my nephew, Don Torribio, directly he arrives. And you two, (to his daughters,) I expect you will pay him all attention; as head of the family, consider. Ay, and if he should take a fancy to one of you—I know not he will—but if he should, I say, whichever it be, she will take precedence of her sister for ever. (Aside.) This I throw out as a bait for Eugenia.
Eug. It must be Clara, then, sir, for she is oldest you know.
Clara. Not in discretion and all wife-like qualities, Eugenia.
Eug. Clara!
Alon. Hark! in the court!
Don Torribio (speaking loud within). Hoy! good man there! Can you tell me if my uncle lives hereabout?
Alon. ’Tis my nephew, surely!
Torr. (within). Why, fellow, I mean of course Don Alonso—who has two daughters, by the token I’m to marry one of ’em.