Carolina. Are you sure that you would recognize him?
Paquita. Oh! he was not alone.
Carolina. Is that so?
Eudosia. Paquita saw him with Somolino's wife, at Sanchez the confectioner's.
Carolina. Very possibly.
Paquita. I should not make light of it, if I were you. You know what Somolino's wife is, to say nothing of Sanchez the confectioner.
Carolina. I didn't know about the confectioner.
Eudosia. No respectable woman, no woman who even pretends to be respectable, would set foot in his shop since he married that French girl.
Carolina. I didn't know about the French girl.
Eudosia. Yes, he married her—I say married her to avoid using another term. He married her in Bayonne—if you call such a thing marriage—civilly, which is the way French people marry. It is a land of perdition.