Pepe. I have had the pleasure of handing in my resignation.
Julio. You?
Manolo. Happy man to be able to indulge—assuming, of course, that it was voluntary.
Pepe. Ah, who can say? I dropped in to bid you good-by.
Julio. Good-by?
Pepe. Yes, I am leaving Madrid—I might say the world. I am getting married.
Julio. Heaven!
Manolo. I understand the reason for your resignation. A rich wife, the match you have been looking for! You are not a man to miss anything.
Pepe. No, no… this time I appear not to have missed.
Julio. Congratulations, man; tell us all about it. Our presents may not amount to much, but our congratulations will be sincere.
Pepe. You remember I was paying attention to the Somolinos?—those girls who attract so much attention.
Manolo. Yes, "Two Thousand for One" is what they call them—a tribute to the attractiveness of their father.
Pepe. Yes, he has the income. Well, I made love to them.
Manolo. The plural appeals to the imagination.
Pepe. I employ the plural, as a matter of fact, because one looked as good to me as the other.
Manolo. Presumably. In these cases, interest centres in the father.
Pepe. Meanwhile I waited, so as to allow the girls opportunity to make the choice.
Manolo. Coquette!
Pepe. And they did. One of them, I believe the eldest
Manolo. The eldest invariably develops most speed.
