Don Jose (to MORTON). You shall tell me further of your interesting
pilgrimage hereafter. At present my daughter awaits us to place
this humble roof at your disposal. I am a widower, Don Alexandro,
like yourself. When I say that, like you, I have an only child, and
that I love her, you will understand how earnest is my sympathy.
This way, gentlemen. (Leading to door in corridor, and awaiting
them.)
Starbottle (aside). Umph! an interview with lovely woman means--
er--intoxication, but--er--er--no liquor. It's evident that the
Don doesn't drink. Eh! (Catches sight of table in corridor, and
bottle.) Oh, he does, but some absurd Spanish formality prevents
his doing the polite thing before dinner. (Aloud, to DON JOSE.)
One moment, sir, one moment. If you will--er--er--pardon the--er--
seeming discourtesy, for which I am, I admit--or--personally
responsible, I will for a few moments enjoy the--er--er--delicious
air of the courtyard, and the beauties of Nature as displayed in
the--er--sunset. I will--er--rejoin you and the--er--er--ladies a
moment later.
Don Jose. The house is your own, senor: do as you will. This way,
Don Alexandro. [Exit, in door L., DON JOSE and MORTON, sen.
Starbottle. "Do as you will." Well, I don't understand Spanish
ceremony, but that's certainly good English. (Going to table.)
Eh! (Smelling decanter.) Robinson County whiskey! Umph! I have
observed that the spirit of American institutions, sir, are already
penetrating the--er--er--superstitions of--er--foreign and effete
civilizations.
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