“Does not this talk make thee tired, kitten?”
“Oh, no, not a bit, not a bit! I understand now: he wants her to love him, and she does not love him; and he wants her to be near him always, but she lives with her father, and she will not marry him.”
“Marry him?”
“Marry him. And he is suffering from that, mamma; isn’t it true?”
“True, my child.”
“Yes, I know all that; and she would marry him if she loved him?”
“Certainly, kitten; he is such a kind man.”
“Now I know.”
The little girl closed her eyes, and Pani Emilia thought for a while that she was sleeping; but after a time she began to inquire again,—
“And if he married Marynia, would he cease to love us?”