[Indifferently]: Or his leg, or his back; they all have to break something. [Laughs.] They are breakable toys.
Consuelo
[Listening to the music]: I'll be lonesome without them, Father! The Baron promised to make a ring for me to gallop over as much as I want. He's not lying?
Mancini
A ring? [Laughs.] No, it's not a lie. By the way, child, when speaking of Barons, you must say, "he does not tell the truth," and not, "he lies."
Consuelo
It's just the same. It's nice to be wealthy, Father; you can do what you want, then.
Mancini
[With enthusiasm]: Everything you want. Everything, my child. Ah! Our fate is being decided to-day. Pray our clement God, Consuelo. The Baron is hanging on a thread.
Consuelo