Violet.
That was true yesterday; but to-day! [Sighing] Ah, well-a-day!
Northlake.
Thou speakest truly. Thou hast a lover now, and before the night passes thou shalt see him.
Violet.
Northlake.
He’ll be weary from his travels, and to-day, no doubt, will require rest; but he’ll meet thee to-night at the masked ball. Come, then, to the villa, so that to-night thou mayst appear refreshed.
Violet.
I’m not weary. Oh, that sweet, sweet tree!