Have a care, foolish Diego! If Don Jose is old
and blind, look you, friend, we are NOT. You understand?
Sandy (aside). What the devil does she expect?--money? No!
(Aloud.) Look yer, Manuela, you ain't goin' to blow on that young
gal! (Putting his arm around her waist.) Allowin' that she hez a
lover, thar ain't nothin' onnateral in thet, bein' a purty sort o'
gal. Why, suppose somebody should see you and me together like
this, and should just let on to the old man.
Manuela. Hush! (Disengaging herself.) Hush! He is coming. Let
me go, Diego. It is Don Jose!
Enter Don Jose, who walks gravely to the table, and seats himself.
MANUELA retires to table.
Sandy (aside). I wonder if he saw us. I hope he did: it would
shut that Manuela's mouth for a month of Sundays. (Laughs.) God
forgive me for it! I've done a heap of things for that young gal
Dona Jovita; but this yer gittin' soft on the Greaser maid-servant
to help out the misses is a little more than Sandy Morton bargained
fur.
Don Jose (to MANUELA). You can retire. Diego will attend me.
(Looks at DIEGO attentively.) [Exit MANUELA.
Sandy (aside). Diego will attend him! Why, blast his yeller skin,
does he allow that Sandy Morton hired out as a purty waiter-gal?
Because I calkilated to feed his horses, it ain't no reason thet my
dooty to animals don't stop thar. Pass his hash! (Turns to follow
MANUELA, but stops.
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