"What is lacking to us, I say?" repeated Antonio, questioning himself rather than his wife; "what do you mean by your 'everything'?"
"Do you see the Bear?" she asked, looking up, and pretending not to have heard this question. He looked also.
"No, I don't——"
"Then we do lack something! We can't see the stars."
"What do you want with the stars? Leave them where they are, for they're quite useless! If there were anything you really wanted you wouldn't be crying for the stars."
"Then you think I am lacking in——?" She touched her forehead.
"So it seems!"
"Perhaps the deficiency is in you," she said quickly.
"Now you're insulting me, and I'll take you and pitch you out of the window!" he jested, seizing her waist. "If my wits are deficient, it's because you're making me lose them with your folly!"