Sandy. That agreement is revoked.

Don Jose. Revoked!

Sandy (handing paper). Cast your eyes over that paper. At least
you will recognize THAT signature.

Don Jose (reads). "In view of the evident preferences of my son,
Alexander Morton, and of certain family interests, I hereby revoke
my consent to his marriage with the Dona Jovita Castro, and accord
him full permission to woo and win his cousin, Miss Mary Morris;
promising him the same aid and assistance previously offered in his
suit with Miss Castro.--ALEXANDER MORTON, SEN."

Concho. Ah! Carramba! Do you not see the trick,--eh, the
conspiracy? It was this man, as Diego, your daughter's groom,
helped his friend Mr. Oakhurst to the heiress. Ah, you comprehend!
It was an old trick! You shall see, you shall see! Ah! I am wise,
I am wise!

Don Jose (aside). Could I have been deceived? But no! This paper
that releases HIM gives the impostor no claim.

Sandy (resuming his old easy manner, dropping his formality, and
placing his hand on DON JOSE'S shoulder). Look yar, ole man: I
didn't allow to ever see ye agin, and this yer ain't none o' MY
seekin'. But, since yer here, I don't mind tellin' ye that but for
me that gal of yours would have run away a year ago, and married an
unknown lover. And I don't mind adding, that, hed I known that
unknown lover was my friend John Oakhurst, I'd have helped her do