Still more magnificent. They won’t know which to look at——
Paulo
(Merry.) Then they’ll squint.
Lucia
The judge will call aloud your name: Paulo Salviati. You will be victor, and all the Assembly will rise to honour you——
Paulo
(Correcting her again.) The work. My art, not me. My art, my work——
[Lucia stands up to show the judge’s gestures. She hears the water lapping. Her face changes.
What is it, Little Child?