Don Jose (proudly). That is my servant, sir. [Exit SERVANT.
Don Jose (aside). I don't half like this business. But my money
locked up in his bank, and my daughter's hand bound to his son,
demand it. (Aloud.) This is no child's play, Concho, you
understand.
Concho. Ah! I am wise. Believe me, if I have not proofs which
shall blanch the cheek of this old man, I am a fool, Don Jose!
Re-enter SERVANT.
Servant. Mr. Morton, sen., passed a bad night, and has left word
not to be disturbed this morning. But Mr. Morton, jun., will
attend you, sir.
Concho (aside). So the impostor will face it out. Well, let him
come.
Don Jose (to SERVANT) I wait his pleasure. [Exit SERVANT.
Don Jose. You hear, Concho? You shall face this man. I shall
repeat to him all you have told me. If you fail to make good your
charge, on your head rests the consequences.
Concho. He will of course deny. He is a desperate man: he will
perhaps attack me. Eh! Ah! (Drawing revolver.)
Don Jose. Put up your foolish weapon. The sight of the father he
has deceived will be more terrible to him than the pistol of the
spy.
Enter COL. STARBOTTLE, C.
Starbottle. Mr. Alexander Morton, Jun., will be with you in a
moment. (Takes attitude by door, puts his hand in his breast, and
inflates himself.)
Concho (to DON JOSE, aside). It is the bullying lawyer. They will
try to outface us, my patron; but we shall triumph.
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