"It is delicious."
"And you have no grapes, no peaches, no melons."
"Grapes, and peaches, and melons! Ugh! Disgusting things!"
Olaf listened, bewildered, but convinced.
"I thought," he faltered, "that you had often said you used to revel in luxuries; but it seems I was mistaken."
"Indeed you were, you bad child. Talk not to me of Counts and villas. Did I not enter Paradise when I left them?"
"Then the picture does not please you? My mind misgave me when I bought it. But the maiden who selected it was like you, Carissima, and had me round her finger."
"The picture is bewitched; it has driven the boy mad. Eric, come to me!"
The boy woke from his dream of ecstacy and bounded towards her.