“I beg your pardon, Marchese. I think there is a good deal to tell.”
“All I say is, Signora, that I am like other men.”
He thrust forward his strong under jaw, showing his big, white teeth.
“There I don’t agree with you. I am thankful to say I know many men who would not behave as you behaved last night.”
“But I have come to ask for the Signorina’s hand!” he exclaimed.
“And you think—you dare to think that excuses your conduct!”
She spoke with a sudden and intense heat.
“Understand this, please, Marchese. If I gave my consent to your request, and sent for my daughter—”
“Si! Si!” he said, eagerly, leaning forward in his chair.
“Do you suppose she would come near you?”