Quartilla.
[Pouting.] As usual when things grow interesting: “Quartilla, leave us!” But this time Valentinus will have to use magic to make me budge!
Valentinus.
Alas! No sorcerer am I! Yet, perhaps.... Hark!
Quartilla.
What do you hear?
Valentinus.
Surely not the first swallow, returning on the wings of the bird-wind, and seeking where to build a nest! Up, Tilla! Let us see! [Mounting the bench he draws her up, then lifts her to the window.]
Quartilla.