it. (Going.) Good-morning, Don Jose.

Don Jose. Insolent! I shall expect an account for this from your--
father, sir.

Sandy. Adios, Don Jose. [Exit C.

Concho. It is a trick--I told you. Ah, I am wise. (Going to DON
JOSE.)

Don Jose (throwing him off). Fool! [Exit DON JOSE.

Concho (infuriated). Eh! Fool yourself--dotard! No matter: I
will expose all--ah! I will see Jovita;--I will revenge myself on
this impostor! (Is about to follow, when COL. STARBOTTLE leaves
his position by the door, and touches CONCHO on the shoulder.)

Starbottle. Excuse me.

Concho. Eh?

Starbottle. You have forgotten something.

Conhho. Something?

Starbottle. An apology, sir. You were good enough to express--er--
incredulity--when I presented Mr. Morton: you were kind enough to
characterize the conduct of my er--principal by--an epithet. You
have alluded to me, sir,--ME--