Cleofas. Whew!—it is warm in that chamber!
Doña Syrena. (To Doña Fabia in a low voice) Especially after they have emptied all the flagons!
Doña Rufina. (To Cleofas) Cleofas would have done well had he given the bride some comforting elixir.
Cleofas. (Gaily) Oh, yes! Those nuns have pictured marriage to her as something horrible!
Doña Rufina. The poor little child has had no one to give her a mother’s care.
Ramiro. Oh, yes!—there is Fatoum, the convert, who has brought her up.
Don Ambrosio. And, speaking of converts, Master Cleofas, the Very Holy Inquisition, of which you are the physician, seems to me to be enjoying a very long moment of leisure.
Cleofas. (With satisfaction) Oh, oh! the Tribunal is not out of work. And, after a short time, I believe that I may promise these ladies a very jolly bonfire.
Murmurs of satisfaction.
Doña Syrena. Of heretics?