Consuelo
Take him, Father....
He
And when the count, tired of my chattering, will give me a kick with his Highness's foot, then I shall lie down at the little feet of my queen, and shall....
Consuelo
[Laughing]: Wait for another kick? I'm finished. Father, give me your handkerchief, I want to wipe my hands. You have another one in your pocket. Oh, my goodness, I must work some more!
Mancini
[Uneasy]: But don't forget, my child!
Consuelo
No, to-day I won't forget! Go on!