Fel. (whispers). Which is it, Don Juan?
Juan. She with the handkerchief in her hand. I’ll go wait for her at the church.
[Exit.
Ped. (to Felix). That is she with the white kerchief in her hand. I’ll follow them.
Fel. (aside). The same, then!
Clara. Eugenia, lend me your handkerchief, it is hot. (Takes the handkerchief and uncovers her face towards Felix.) And let us go, and do not you look behind you.
Fel. And she I most admired.
[Exeunt Clara, Eugenia, etc., Pedro after them.
Torr. Uncle, what are these fellows hanging about our doors for?