Manuela and Concho (together). Good-night, O senores and
illustrious gentlemen! may the Blessed Fisherman watch over you!
(Both parties retreat into opposite corridors, bowing.)

MANUELA, CONCHO, MORTON,
DON JOSE. JOVITA. STARBOTTLE.


SCENE 3.--The same. Stage darkened. Fog passing beyond wall
outside, and occasionally obscuring moonlit landscape beyond.
Enter JOVITA softly, from corridor L. Her face is partly hidden by
Spanish mantilla.

Jovita. All quiet at last; and, thanks to much aguardiente, my
warlike admirer snores peacefully above. Yet I could swear I heard
the old Puritan's door creak as I descended! Pshaw! What matters!
(Goes to gateway, and tries gate.) Locked! Carramba! I see it
now. Under the pretext of reviving the old ceremony, Don Jose has
locked the gates, and placed me in the custody of his guest. Stay!
There is a door leading to the corral from the passage by Concho's
room. Bueno! Don Jose shall see! [Exit R.

Enter cautiously R. OLD MORTON.

Old Morton. I was not mistaken! It was the skirt of that Jezebel
daughter that whisked past my door a moment ago, and her figure
that flitted down that corridor. So! The lover driven out of the
house at four P. M., and at twelve o'clock at night the young lady
trying the gate secretly. This may be Spanish resignation and
filial submission, but it looks very like Yankee disobedience and