Carmen leads in everything. She leads in good and she leads in bad. She makes the best and the worst cigarettes, she is the quickest and she is the slowest, as the mood moves her; and now, when she flashes on to the stage in red and yellow fringes and bedraggled finery, cigarette in mouth and bangles tinkling, opera has given to the stage the supreme puzzle of humanity: the woman who does always what she pleases, and who pleases never to do the thing expected of her! The first man she sees when she comes from the factory is Jose. The first thing that she pleases to do is to make Jose love her. It will be good fun for the noon hour. She has her friends with her, Frasquita and Mercedes, and all are in the mood for a frolic. They sing: [Music: Love is like any wood-bird wild, That none can ever hope to tame; And in vain is all wooing mild If he refuse your heart to claim. Naught avails, neither threat nor prayer, One speaks me fair--the other sighs, 'Tis the other that I prefer, Tho' mute, his heart to mine replies.] While Carmen sings, her eyes do not leave Don Jose, and he is watching her in spite of himself. The racket continues till the factory bell rings to call the crowd back to work. Carmen goes reluctantly, and as she goes, she throws a flower at Jose. This little flower gave me a start Like a ball aimed fair at my heart! he says, half smiling, half seriously, as he picks it up. While he stands thus, looking toward the factory, holding the flower, thinking of Carmen, Michaela comes back into the square. They espy each other, and a sudden warmth and tenderness come upon Jose: after all, he loves her dearly--and there is his old mother! His better self responds: Jose, in imagination, sees the little house in the hills where he lived as a boy before he went soldiering. He recalls vividly for the first time in months, those who are faithful to him, and for a moment he loves them as they love him. They speak together. Michaela gives him the note from his mother. There is money in it: she has thought he might be in debt, or in other trouble and need it. Jose is surprised by the tears in his own eyes--it is a far cry from gay Seville to the little house among the hills! "Go back to mother, Michaela, tell her I am going to get leave as soon as I can and am coming back to her and you. I am going to play fair. There's not much in life, otherwise. Go home and tell her I am coming, and I mean to make you both as happy as once I meant to." His sudden tenderness enraptures the young girl, and kissing him she sets out to leave Seville with a glad heart. Jose, left alone, on guard, his life and thought interrupted by this incident of home and faithfulness, leans thoughtfully upon his musket. "It hasn't been quite right, and I am not happy. We'll change all this," he meditates.