"Hi, Messer Cornelio! wake up!" he cried pulling my arm. And I rubbed my eyes.
"What do you want, Nino?" I inquired.
"I want to be married immediately," he replied, still pulling at my elbow.
"Well, pumpkin-head," I said angrily, "marry, then, in Heaven's name, and let me sleep! I do not want to marry anybody."
"But I do," retorted Nino, sitting down on the bench and laying a hand on my shoulder. He could still see Hedwig's door from where he sat.
"In this place?" I asked. "Are you serious?"
"Perfectly. This is a town of some size, and there must be a mayor here who marries people when they take the fancy."
"Diavolo! I suppose so," I assented.
"A sindaco,—there must be one, surely."
"Very well, go and find him, good-for-nothing!" I exclaimed.