And he set his teeth almost viciously.
"Why must you go, then, signorino?"
"Why? Oh, I have work to do."
"But if you are rich why must you work?"
"Well—I—I can't explain in Italian. But my father expects me to."
"To get more rich?"
"Yes, I suppose."
"But if you are rich why cannot you live as you please?"
"I don't know, Maddalena. But the rich scarcely ever live really as they please, I think. Their soldi won't let them, perhaps."
"I don't understand, signore."