“Thou art goodly,” said she, sadly, kissing him on both cheeks, “but hold thy peace.”
“Why dost thou weep?” answered he.
“You must always,” she said, “watch here and elsewhere wherever you are.”
“Have these walls ears?” asked Ulenspiegel.
“No ears but mine,” said she.
“Carven by love, I will stop them with a kiss.”
“Mad lover, listen to me when I speak to you.”
“Why? what have you to say to me?”
“Listen to me,” she said, impatient. “Here comes my mother.... Hold your tongue, hold your peace above all things before her....”
The old Sapermillemente woman came in. Ulenspiegel studied her.