Doña Laura. If it is a sunny day. Will you go to your bench?
Don Gonzalo. No, Señora, I will come to this, if you do not object?
Doña Laura. This bench is at your disposal. [Both laugh.]
Don Gonzalo. And I will surely bring the bread crumbs. [Both laugh again.]
Doña Laura. Until to-morrow.
Don Gonzalo. Until to-morrow.
[Laura walks away on her maid's arm toward right. Gonzalo, before leaving with Juanito, trembling and with a great effort, stoops to pick up the violets Laura dropped. Just then, Laura turns her head and sees him pick up flowers.]
Juanito. What are you doing, Señor?
Don Gonzalo. Wait, Juanito, wait.
Doña Laura [aside]. There is no doubt. It is he.