Mario: (pulls her away) You stay there, Pablo. I'll be with you in a minute. (Leads her to the steps.)
Gloria: (rushes madly at him and claws his face) You hideous beast! You—get out!
Pablo: What is she sick with?
Pablo: Don't you think you should take her to a doctor? (Puts his foot down and pulls out his wallet.) Here, I'll loan you a few pesos. It may help your daughter get well.
Gloria: We don't know.
Mario: (stammering) I…no…how could I? I haven't seen him in a long, long time (sits down) until now of course.
Gloria: (suspicious) How did you know? (To Mario.) Did you tell him?
Pablo: Why don't you take it?
Gloria: Paying you back will only mean seeing your face again.
Pablo: Well, if you hate to see my face so much, you don't have to pay me back. Take it as a gift.
Gloria: The more I should refuse it!
Gloria: (scornfully) We need it all right but, no thank you!