Don Gonzalo. I won't, Juanito. I want a bench to myself.
Juanito. But there is none.
Don Gonzalo. But that one over there is mine.
Juanito. But there are three priests sitting there.
Don Gonzalo. Let them get up. Have they gone, Juanito?
Juanito. No, indeed. They are in animated conversation.
Don Gonzalo. Just as if they were glued to the seat. No hope of their leaving. Come this way, Juanito. [They walk toward birds.]
Doña Laura [indignantly]. Look out!
Don Gonzalo [turning his head]. Are you talking to me, Señora?
Doña Laura. Yes, to you.