Doña Laura. I generally say what I think.
Don Gonzalo. And say more than you should. Give me the book, Juanito.
Juanito. Here it is, Señor. [Juanito takes book from pocket, hands it to Don Gonzalo; then exits.]
[Don Gonzalo, casting indignant glances at Doña Laura, puts on an enormous pair of glasses, takes from his pocket a reading-glass, adjusts both to suit him, opens his book.]
Doña Laura. I thought you were going to take out a telescope now.
Don Gonzalo. What, again?
Doña Laura. Your sight must be fine.
Don Gonzalo. Many times better than yours.
Doña Laura. Yes, it is very evident.
Don Gonzalo. Many hares and partridges could bear testimony to my words.