Myself: I am sorry, my dear young lady, but it is impossible.
Aless:—and they will all escape and—
Myself: Please, Buffo, how many kilometres is it from Paris to Montalbano?
Aless: I do not remember, but it is a long way.
Caro: Why do you not stay a month?
Carm: Yes, why are you going away?
Myself: My dear young ladies, I must go to Calatafimi.
Caro: But why do you go to Calatafimi?
Carm: Yes, why do you not stay with us?
(Nina did not speak. She merely gazed at me as though she could not mind her wheel, Mother.)