Angelica:
While you are deliberating it's better that I stay with my mother.
Townly:
Go quickly. We haven't any time to lose.
Nelson: Time is pressing, yes. (squeezing her) Wait, wait, I want to see you again. It makes me feel good. Let's talk about any old thing. Tell me a story.
Angelica:
What sort of story do you want me to tell you?
Nelson:
Well, tell me, tell me—you're cute, sweety—tell me a little story—
Angelica:
It's time that I should go—
Nelson: (still holding her by the arm) Ho, I want you to tell me— Ah, I love you with all my heart—tell me a little love story.
Angelica:
You love me, and I'm obliged to you for that. Story's over.
Nelson: Well, the story's over. Why did you tell me that story? Tell me instead—
Townly: (separating them) Oh, let her go. It really is important that her mother not see her with us.