Don Gonzalo. What do you wish?
Doña Laura. You have scared away the birds who were feeding on bread crumbs.
Don Gonzalo. What do I care about the birds.
Doña Laura. But I do.
Don Gonzalo. This is a public park.
Doña Laura. Then why do you complain that the priests have taken your bench?
Don Gonzalo. Señora, we have not been introduced to each other. I do not know why you take the liberty of addressing me. Come, Juanito. [Both exit.]
Doña Laura. What an ill-natured old man. Why must some people get so fussy and cross when they reach a certain age? I am glad. He lost that bench, too. Serves him right for scaring the birds. He is furious. Yes, yes; find a seat if you can. Poor fellow! He is wiping the perspiration from his face. Here he comes. A carriage would not raise more dust than he does with his feet.
[Enter Don Gonzalo and Juanito.]
Don Gonzalo. Have the priests gone yet, Juanito?