[Enthusiastically.]
She is young, generosa, she give money to every one, she is multa bella, so pretty, weeth charm—
RIBIERE
[puzzled]
You speak now of Lady Creeshe?
MARIANO
[taken aback]
Oh no, no, no! Miladi Creeshe is ol' lady
[tapping his ears]
Not hear well. Deaf. No pourboires. Nothing. I speak of the young American lady, Mees Granger-Seempsone who the English Honorabile son of Milor' Hawcastle wish to espouse, I think.