Florencio. I am delighted!... Well, I wish you a short session and escape.
Carolina. I am in a fine humor for this sort of thing myself.
[Florencio goes out. Eudosia and Paquita enter.]
Eudosia. I trust that we do not intrude?
Carolina. How can you ask? Come right in.
Eudosia. It seems we find you at home for once.
Carolina. So it seems.
Paquita. Strange to say, whenever we call you always appear to be out.
Carolina. A coincidence.
Eudosia. The coincidence is to find you at home. [A pause.] We passed your husband on the street.