Well acted,
Diego. Don Jose should have seen his pupil. Trust me, my father
will reward you. (Aside.) And yet there were tears in his drunken
eyes. Bah! it is the liquor: he is no longer sane. And, either
hypocrite or imbecile, he is to be trusted no longer. But where
and why is he going? (Aloud.) You are leaving us, Diego.
Sandy (quietly). Well, the old man and me don't get on together.
Jovita (scornfully). Bueno! I see. Then you abandon me.
Sandy (quickly). To the old man, miss,--not the young one. (Walks
to the table, and begins to pour out liquor.)
Jovita (angrily). You would not dare to talk to me thus if John
Oakhurst--ah! (Checking herself.)
Sandy (drops glass on table, hurries to centre, and seizes DONA
JOVITA). Eh! Wot name did you say? (Looks at her amazed and
bewildered.)
Jovita (terrified, aside). Mother of God! What have I done?
Broken my sacred pledge to keep his name secret. No! No! Diego
did not hear me! Surely this wretched drunkard does not know him.
(Aloud.) Nothing. I said nothing: I mentioned no name.
Sandy (still amazed, frightened, and bewildered, passing his hand
over his forehead slowly). Ye mentioned no name? Surely. I am
wild, crazed. Tell me, miss--ye didn't,--I know ye didn't, but I
thought it sounded like it,--ye didn't mention the name of--of--of--
John Oakhurst?
Jovita (hurriedly). No, of course not! You terrify me, Diego.
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