She sang:
"Non, non, nenni, mon petit ami!"
"Why so, since we are friends?"
"Just for that reason."
"For that?"
"Yes, because one cannot accept things from a friend."
"Then perhaps—from an enemy?"
"Rather from a stranger; my shopman, for instance, if he wanted to advance me a payment, the robber!"
"But, Luce, I certainly have the right to order from you a painting, if I wish?"
She stopped, to burst out laughing.