Valdivieso. Señor Don Florencio! I hardly know what to say. I am sure that you will not question my good faith in the matter. I had no idea ... in fact, I never suspected....
Florencio. I always knew you were innocent! but this person....
Casalonga. Come, come now! Don't blame it on me. How the devil was I to know that you were here—and married to his widow! Sport for the gods!
Florencio. Do you hear what he says?
Zurita. I told you that he appeared to be innocent.
Florencio. And I told you that he was devoid of the first instincts of a gentleman; although I failed to realize to what an extent. Sir—
Casalonga. Don't be absurd! Stop making faces at me.
Florencio. In the first place, I don't recall that we were ever so intimate.
Casalonga. Of course we were! Of course! Anyhow, what difference does it make? We were together for a whole season; we were inseparable. Hard times those for us both! But what did we care? When one of us was out of money, all he had to do was to ask the other, and be satisfied.
Florencio. Yes; I seem to recall that the other was always I.