“This will harm you with the marchioness, who believes you to be the greatest of adepts, and consequently above such weaknesses.”
“Damn the marchioness! Let me be.”
The rascal had never talked in this style before. I thought it best to conceal my anger, and went up to my brother who was in a corner of the room.
“What do you mean by pestering Marcoline at the theatre yesterday?”
“I went to remind her of her duty, and to warn her that I would not be her complaisant lover.”
“You have insulted me and her too, fool that you are! You owe all to Marcoline, for if it had not been for her, I should never have given you a second glance; and yet you behave in this disgraceful manner.”
“I have ruined myself for her sake, and I can never shew my face in Venice again. What right have you to take her from me?”
“The right of love, blockhead, and the right of luck, and the right of the strongest! How is it that she is happy with me, and does not wish to leave me?”
“You have dazzled her.”
“Another reason is that with you she was dying of misery and hunger.”