Thank you, my queen. [Eats.] And do you remember my prediction?
Consuelo
What prediction? How quickly you swallow! Does it taste good?
He
Very good. That if you marry the Baron, you....
Consuelo
Oh, that's what you're talking about.... But you were making fun.
He
Nobody can tell, my Queen. Sometimes one makes fun, and suddenly it turns out to be true; the stars never talk in vain. If sometimes it is difficult for a human being to open his mouth and to say a word, how difficult it must be for a star. Think of it.
Consuelo