“Yes.”
“But are you aware that you look very angry?”
“No, for it is not so. I am only in a state of uncontrollable excitement, in one of the decisive hours of my life, a prey to the most fearful anxiety. I ought to curse my whimsical destiny and the ‘sbirri’ of Cesena (may God curse them, too!), for, without them, I should never have known you.”
“Are you, then, so very sorry to have made my acquaintance?”
“Have I not some reason to be so?”
“No, for I have not given you my decision yet.”
“Now I breathe more freely, for I am sure you will tell me to accompany you to Parma.”
“Yes, come to Parma.”