[Indifferently]: Yes?
Mancini
[Making the gesture with his fingers]: On a very thin, silk thread. I am almost sure that he will make his proposal to-day. [Laughs.] Winter roses, and the web of a spider amongst the roses, in order that my dear little fly.... He is such a spider.
Consuelo
[Indifferently]: Yes, a terrible spider. Father, oughtn't I to let him kiss my hand yet?
Mancini
By no means. You don't know yet, darling, what these men are.
Consuelo
Alfred never kisses.
Mancini