Fra. Another of your interpretations! That a man, the life of whose only son you have saved, should invite you to his house, seems to me not very unnatural.
Stra. I will not be invited to any house.
Fra. For once, methinks, you might submit. You'll not be asked a second time.
Stra. Proud wretches! They believe the most essential service is requited, if one may but have the honour of sitting at their table. Let us begone.
Fra. Yet hold, sir! This bustle will soon be over. Used to the town, the Count and his party will soon be tired of simple nature, and you will again be freed from observation.
Stra. Not from your's.
Fra. This is too much. Do I deserve your doubts?
Stra. Am I in the wrong?
Fra. You are indeed!