No, not very well. (Beata signs her to be silent.)
Norbert.
This is Thursday. Ellen and I were to read I Promessi Sposi together; but if I might say a word to you first----
Beata.
Presently, Norbert. Wait for me here.
Ellen.
Don't you want me, mother?
Beata.
No, dear. Stay with Norbert. I shall be back in a moment. (She goes out.)
Ellen (looking after her).