SALOME. God grant it, dear aunt!
CHACHO. He will, he will, my child! [
Going toward the entrance.
] Good heaven! how old I have grown!
[Goes out at the left.
Scene III
NATO. Don't keep me waiting, mamma.
SALOME. And won't a little less satisfy you? Why do you want so much all of a sudden?
NATO. But, dear mamma, please; I want it so much!
SALOME [