_Juan._ A charming story, finisht just in time, For look! (_They look out._)

_Ped._ (_aside_). That’s he then! But that strange man with him, Who’s he?

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_Hern._ Oh, I can tell you that; His nephew, an Asturian gentleman, Betroth’d to one of the daughters.

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_Ped._ (_aside_). Not my Eugenia, or by Heaven— But we shall scarcely see them, Felix, here, Wrapt in their mantles too.

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_Fel._ And I would pay My compliment to Don Alonso.

_Juan._ Come, Let us go down with you into the street. (_Aside._) Oh love, that in her memory survive One thought of me, not dead if scarce alive!

_Ped._ (_aside._) Oh, may her bosom whisper her ’tis still Her eyes that draw me after where they will!

SCENE II.—_Street between the Houses of ALONSO and FELIX._

_Alon._ If you really affect Eugenia, nephew——(_aside_) as I wished,—I will communicate with her after church, and if all be well (as I cannot doubt) get a dispensation forthwith. But they are coming.

_Enter from ALONSO’S door CLARA, EUGENIA in mantles, the latter with a handkerchief in her hand; MARI NUÑO, BRIGIDA, and OTAÑEZ behind; and at the same time FELIX, JUAN, and PEDRO opposite._

_Clara._ Cover your face, Eugenia. People in the street.

_Eug._ Well, I’m not ashamed of it. (_Aside._) Don Pedro! and Don Juan!

_Fel._ (_whispers_). Which is it, Don Juan?

_Juan._ She with the handkerchief in her hand. I’ll go wait for her at the church.

_Ped._ (_to FELIX_). That is she with the white kerchief in her hand. I’ll follow them.

_Clara._ Eugenia, lend me your handkerchief, it is hot. (_Takes the handkerchief and uncovers her face towards FELIX._) And let us go, and do not you look behind you.

[_Exeunt CLARA, EUGENIA, etc., PEDRO after them._

_Torr._ Uncle, what are these fellows hanging about our doors for?

_Alon._ Nay, ’tis the public street, you know.

_Torr._ I’ll not suffer any one I don’t like to hang about it, however, and least of all these perfumery puppies.

_Alon._ But if they happen to live here, nephew?

_Fel._ Don Alonso, permit me to kiss your hand on your arrival among us. I ought indeed first to have waited upon you in your own house; but this happy chance makes me anticipate etiquette.

_Alon._ Thank you, sir; had I known you intended me such a favour, I should have anticipated your anticipation by waiting upon you. Give me leave to present to you my nephew, Don Torribio de Cuadradillos, who will also be proud of your acquaintance.