avor. Your exalted cousin gave but short warning of your coming.

PRINCESS. My child, any place to remove the dust of travel will do for
the present. Jose, I shall want the car later.

NITA. (L.C.) Your Highness is not thinking of going on to the castle
tonight?

PRINCESS. I must have news.

NITA. But you're all worn out. You're all unstrung.

PRINCESS. When Mr. Warren comes, tell him I will be down directly.

DOLORES. I will tell the Senor American, your Highness.

PRINCESS. Thank you. (_Exit_ PRINCESS _and_ NITA, PEDRO _showing them
upstairs_.)

(_Enter_ JARVIS D.C.; _followed by_ RUSTY, _both carrying suitcases_.
DOLORES _bows_. RUSTY _comes to_ DOLORES. JARVIS L.C. RUSTY _crosses_
JARVIS _to_ L. DOLORES _returns bow_.)

DOLORES. Gentlemen--a man!

JARVIS. Rusty, we're discovered! Did you by any chance address me,
Senorita?

DOLORES. I called the attention of these valiant gentlemen of Segura to
the only man who dares to enter the castle.

JARVIS. How did you know?

DOLORES. All Segura knows by this time.

(_Enter_ ROBLEDO _door_ R., _pushing through_ VILLAGERS; DOLORES _tries
to stop him; he pushes her aside, swaggering toward_ JARVIS.)

ROBLEDO. So you're the brave American, Senor?

JARVIS. I'm an American. (_Turning to_ RUSTY _on_ L.) Here's another
one. (RUSTY _salutes_.) We're both Americans.

ROBLEDO. And you both want to die? (RUSTY _makes wry face and big
eyes_.)

JARVIS. (L.C.) Well, I'm not really anxious about it, Senor.

ROBLEDO. Better keep out of the castle, then.

JARVIS. Oh, you mean that ghost? Oh, I'm not afraid of a little thing
like that, Senor.

ROBLEDO. No? (_Turns to_ DOLORES C.) Well, Senorita, we gentlemen of
Segura will drink to your American. (_To_ JARVIS) The maddest fool that
ever came to Spain! (ROBLEDO _crosses to_ DOLORES, _chucks her under
chin, laughing_. DOLORES _throws his hand off; motions Villagers off,
and exits after them_. JARVIS _and_ RUSTY _watch them off_.)

RUSTY. He's a nice man.

JARVIS. Pile the bags up there, Rusty. (_Put bags on table_ L.)

RUSTY. Yas, sir.

JARVIS. Looks like we were in for a warm reception.

RUSTY. Yas, sir, 'tis a trifle warm. (_Crosses below table_ L., _back to
audience_.)

DOLORES. Pardon, Senor. Her Highness wishes me to tell you that she will
be down directly.

JARVIS. Thank you, Senorita, and who, may I ask, was the cheerful
individual that flattered me with such a toast?

DOLORES. (_At_ C., _looking afte