“Do you know, bambino, I have to go away for a few days.”
“Where?”
“To Naples. Come with me.”
“No; I have things to do here. I will take you to the station.”
“Ah, you rascal! You are a Don Juan.”
“No, dear sister. I am a financier.”
“I can see your victims from here. But I shall put them on their guard. You are a blood-thirsty hyena. You like to collect hearts the way the Red-skins did scalps.”
“You mean coupons.”
“No, hearts. You like to pretend to be simple, because you are wicked. I will tell the Countess Brenda and her daughter.”
“What are you going to tell them?”