Morton (aside). A froward daughter of Baal, and, if I mistake not, even now concocting mischief for this foolish, indulgent, stiff-necked father. (Aloud.) Your only daughter, I presume. Don Jose. My darling, Don Alexandro. Motherless from her infancy. A little wild, and inclined to gayety, but I hope not seeking for more than these walls afford. I have checked her but seldom, Don Alexandro, and then I did not let her see my hand on the rein that held her back. I do not ask her confidence always: I only want her to know that when the time comes it can be given to me without fear. Morton. Umph! Don Jose (leaning forward confidentially). To show that you have not intrusted your confidence regarding your wayward son--whom may the saints return to you!--to unsympathetic or inexperienced ears, I will impart a secret. A few weeks ago I detected an innocent intimacy between this foolish girl and a vagabond vaquero in my employ. You understand, it was on her part romantic, visionary; on his, calculating, shrewd, self-interested, for he expected to become my heir. I did not lock her up. I did not tax her with it. I humored it. Today I satisfied the lover that his investment was not profitable, that a marriage without my consent entailed the loss of the property, and then left them together. They parted in tears, think you, Don Alexandro? No, but mutually hating each other. The romance was over. An American would have opposed the girl, have driven her to secrecy, to an elopement perhaps. Eh? Morton (scornfully). And you believe that they have abandoned their plans? Don Jose. I am sure--hush! she is here! Enter, on roof of corridor, STARBOTTLE and JOVITA. Col. Starbottle. Really, a superb landscape! An admirable view of the--er--fog--rolling over the Mission Hills, the plains below, and the--er--er--single figure of--er--motionless horseman-- Dona Jovita (quickly). Some belated vaquero. Do you smoke, Senor Commander? Starbottle. At times. Dona Jovita. With me. I will light a cigarette for you: it is the custom. COL. STARBOTTLE draws match from his pocket, and is about to light, but is stopped by DONA JOVITA. Dona Jovita. Pardon, your Excellency, but we cannot endure your American matches. There is a taper in the passage. COL. STARBOTTLE brings taper: DONA JOVITA turns to light cigarette, but manages to blow out candle. Dona Jovita. I must try your gallantry again. That is once I have failed. (Significantly.) COL. STARBOTTLE relights candle, business, same results. Dona Jovita. I am stupid and nervous to-night. I have failed twice. (With emphasis.) COL. STARBOTTLE repeats business with candle. DONA JOVITA lights cigarette, hands it to the colonel. Dona Jovita. Thrice, and I have succeeded. (Blows out candle.) Col. Starbottle. A thousand thanks! There is a--er--er--light on the plain.