“Why do you pity her?”
“I always pity girls who get married.”
“Yes, she is very pretty, it is true, but I prefer the other.”
“The other? Which other?”
“Oh, you know quite well! Maria Guasco.”
“Sst! You might be overheard.”
“No, no; I liked the other very much. She was a woman.”
“Don’t raise your voice.”
“This one is a figure for a picture; I should place her in a frame and leave her there.”
“You are very naughty.”