[Getting up]: What? You don't want it?
He
[Bowing his head still lower]: I do not want you to marry the Baron [Imploring.] I ... I shall not allow it ... I beg you!
Consuelo
Whom, then, would you ask me to marry? You, perhaps, you fool? [With a rancorous laugh] Are you crazy, my darling? "I shall not allow." He! He will not allow me! But it is unbearable! What business is it of yours? [Walking up and down the room, looks over her shoulder at HE, with anger.] Some fool clown, whom they can kick out of here any minute. You make me sick with your stupid tales. Or you like slaps so much. Fool, you couldn't invent anything better than a slap!
He
[Without lifting his head]: Forgive me, my Queen.
Consuelo
He is glad when they laugh at him. Some god! No, I shan't forgive. I know you. [Makes same gesture as Mancini.] You have something there! Laughs ... so nicely ... plays, plays, and then suddenly—hop! Obey him! No, darling, I am not that kind! Carry my train, that is your business—fool!
He