“Poor dear, I know what I cost you. But you’ll see how soon I shall get strong, and how we shall amuse ourselves this winter. There will be fêtes, balls, races.”
“I shall never be gay again.”
“Lucia, I shall have to scold you.”
“No, no; let us talk of something else.”
“If you are going to church, you are but just in time.”
“Do you send me away, Alberto?”
“It is midday; you have to go as far as Santa Chiara ... and the sooner you go the sooner you will be back.”
“True, the sooner back.... I must go, mustn’t I?”
“Of course, the air will do you good. Go on foot, the walk will be good for you.”
“What will you do, meanwhile?”