"Ah! The Devil!"
"In giving birth to a daughter—"
"Where is my daughter? I'd rather have had a son, but never mind! Where is she? I want to see her, to embrace her, to tell her—"
"Alas! She is no more! But I can conduct you to her tomb."
"But how the Devil did you know her?"
"Because she married my brother!"
"Without my consent? But never mind! At least she left some children, didn't she?"
"Only one."
"A son! He is my grandson!"
"A daughter."