'When you are talking to me! But I am neither jealous of her nor your Apollo-like beauty; only I hate her, and I can't bear you.'
'Why not?'
'Because you are a doll. Look at the clock and go and dress.'
As she spoke a new face appeared in the doorway; it was the cheerful Puttini.
'My humblest homage,' said he. 'But perchance I interrupt a duet; excuse me.'
He glanced at Angelo. Faustina laughed and shrugged her shoulders.
'We sing duets only on the stage,' said she. 'You are all late to-day. Go and dress.'
She jumped down from the sofa; Angelo moved towards the door; Puttini laughed and remained where he was.
'My costume is ready, I shall not be late.'
The door opened noisily and in rushed a man dressed in black; his round face, with small nose and low forehead, expressed fear.