Lau. I saw them. Was not that Aurelian with Camillo?
Vio. Yes.
Lau. I like him strangely. If his person were joined with Benito's wit, I know not what would become of my poor heart.
Enter Fabio, and whispers with Mario.
Mar. Stay, nieces, I'll but speak a word with Fabio, and go with you immediately.
Vio. I see, sister, you are infinitely taken with Benito's wit; but I have heard he is a very conceited coxcomb.
Lau. They, who told you so, were horribly mistaken. You shall be judge yourself, Violetta; for, to confess frankly to you, I have made him a kind of an appointment.
Vio. How! have you made an assignation to Benito? A serving-man! a trencher-carrying rascal!
Lau. Good words, Violetta! I only sent to him from an unknown lady near this chapel, that I might view him in passing by, and see if his person were answerable to his conversation.
Vio. But how will you get rid of my uncle?