Mancini
You know, He, the crazes of these billionaires. He wants to show Consuelo some winter roses, and me his wine cellars. He will come for us here. What is the matter, my little Consuelo?
[Enter Consuelo, almost crying.]
Consuelo
I can't father! Tell him! What right has he to yell at me? He almost hit me with his whip!
Mancini
[Straightening up]: Briquet! I beg of you, as the Manager, what is this—a stable? To hit my daughter with a whip! I'll show this cub ... a mere jockey.... No, the devil knows what it is, devil knows, I swear....
Consuelo
Father....