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PUC II YEAR, , Don Gonzalo :, , Dona Laura, , Don Gonzalo :, , Dona Laura, , Don Gonzalo :, , Dona Laura, , Don Gonzalo :, , Dona Laura, , Don Gonzalo :, , Dona Laura, , Don Gonzalo :, , (Aside) In three months I ran off to Paris with a ballet, dancer., , Fate is curious. Here are you and I, complete, strangers, met by chance, discussing the romance, of old friends of long ago! We have been conversing, as if we were old friends., , Yes, it is curious, considering the ill-natured prelude, to our conversation., , You scared away the birds., I was unreasonable, perhaps., , Yes, that was evident. (Sweetly) Are you coming again, tomorrow?, , Most certainly, if it is a sunny morning. And not, only will I not scare away the birds, but I will bring, a few crumbs., , : Thank you very much. Birds are grateful and repay, , attention. I wonder where my maid is. Petra! (Signals, for her maid)., , (Aside, looking at Laura, whose back is turned) No,, no, I will not reveal myself. I am grotesque now., Better that she recall the gallant horseman who, passed daily beneath her window tossing flowers., , Here she comes., , That Juanito! He plays havoc with the nursemaids., , (Looks toward right and signals with his hands)., , Dona Laura, , (Aside, looking at Gonzalo, whose back is turned) No,, I am too sadly changed. It is better he should, remember me as the black -eyed girl tossing flowers, as he passed among the roses in the garden. (Juanito, enters by right, Petra by left. She has a bunch of violets, in her hand).