Don Jose. A thousand pardons, senor, for interrupting you in the
hours of business; but it is--it is of business I would speak.
(Looking around.)

Old Morton (to JACKSON). You can retire. (Exit JACKSON.) Be
seated, Mr. Castro: I am at your service.

Don Jose. It is of your--your son--

Old Morton. Our firm is Morton & Son: in business we are one, Mr.
Castro.

Don Jose. Bueno! Then to you as to him I will speak. Here is a
letter I received yesterday. It has significance, importance
perhaps. But, whatever it is, it is something for you, not me, to
know. If I am wronged much, Don Alexandro, you, you, are wronged
still more. Shall I read it? Good. (Reads.) "The man to whom
you have affianced your daughter is not the son of Alexander
Morton. Have a care. If I do not prove him an impostor at the end
of six days, believe me one, and not your true friend and servant,
Concho." In six days, Don Alexandro, the year of probation is
over, and I have promised my daughter's hand to your son. (Hands
letter to MORTON.)

Old Morton (ringing bell). Is that all, Mr. Castro?

Don Jose. All, Mr. Castro? Carramba! is it not enough?

Enter JACKSON.