“Tell me that you don’t despise me.”
“You ask me my opinion. Urania is a very sweet, dear child, but she ought not to travel by herself. And you ...”
“And I?”
“You are a delightful boy. Buy me those violets, will you?”
“Subito, subito!”
He bought her the bunch of violets:
“You’re crazy over violets, aren’t you?”
“Yes. This must be your second ... and your last present. And here we say good-bye.”
“No, I shall take you home.”
“I’m not going home.”