[Scene laid in a retired part of a park in Madrid, Spain. A bench at right. Bright, sunny morning in autumn. Doña Laura, a handsome old lady of about 70, with white hair and of very refined appearance, although elderly, her bright eyes and entire manner prove her mental facilities are unimpaired. She enters accompanied by her maid Petra, upon whose arm she leans with one hand, while the other holds a parasol which she uses as a cane.]
Doña Laura. I am so glad we have arrived. I feared my seat would be occupied. What a beautiful morning!
Petra. The sun is rather hot.
Doña Laura. Yes, to you who are only 20 years old. [She sits down on the bench.] Oh, I feel more tired to-day than usual. [Noticing Petra, who seems impatient.] Go, if you wish to chat with your guard.
Petra. He is not my guard, Señora; he belongs to the park.
Doña Laura. He belongs more to you than to the park. Go seek him, but remain within calling distance.
Petra. I see him over there waiting for me.
Doña Laura. Do not remain away more than ten minutes.
Petra. Very well, Señora. [Walks toward right, but is detained.]
Doña Laura. Wait a moment.