Carolina. Yes there is! You are as impossible as all old maids.
Eudosia. There was something for us to hear after all! Come, Paquita.
Paquita. Come, Eudosia.
[They go out.]
Florencio. What is this trouble between you and your sisters-in-law?
Carolina. There isn't any trouble. We were arguing, that was all. There is nothing those women like so much as gossip, or making themselves disagreeable in any way they can. Do you remember Casalonga?
Florencio. Recaredo Casalonga? I should say I did remember him! That man was a character, and strange to say, a profound philosopher with it all. He was quite a humorist.
Carolina. Yes, he was. Well, this philosopher, this humorist, has conceived the terribly humorous idea of publishing this book.
Florencio. Let me see. "Don Patricio Molinete, the Man and His Work. A Biography. Together with His Correspondence and an Estimate of His Life." A capital idea! They were great friends, you know, although I don't suppose that there can be anything particular in this book. What could Casalonga tell us anyway?
Carolina. Us? Nothing. But go on, go on.