Crispino _and_ Limonato _from the cafe. Then_ Coronato.
_Crispino._ Do you know where Signor Evarist is?
_Limonato._ I! why should I? I am not his servant.
_Crispino._ Don't excite yourself thus. Might he not happen to be at
your place?
_Limonato._ Then you would see him.
_Crispino._ Out upon you, you lemonade manufacturer!
_Limonato._ What does this mean?
_Crispino._ Wait till your shoes want cobbling again. [_Exit._
_Limonato._ The wretch! Shall I tell him Signor Evarist is in our
garden? No, he is only just comforted, why disturb him again? Hi, host!
_Coronato._ [_At his door._] What would you?
_Limonato._ Signor Evarist sends me. Tell the Baron he is not to wait
dinner for him; he is busy, and does not wish to be disturbed.
_Coronato._ Tell him the notice comes too late. The Baron has nearly
done his dinner.
_Limonato._ All right. [_About to go._]
_Coronato._ And if you hear that some one has found a fan, let me know.
_Limonato._ With pleasure. Have you lost one?
_Coronato._ Yes; I don't know how. A rogue carried it off, and my stupid
cellarman can't tell me who came to fetch wine. But if I discover him,
then--Good-day. [_Exit._
_Limonato._ I will do my best. [_Exit._