CHACHO. You know her father, don't you? He has been scolding her, and has made her cry.
SALOME. If her father has been troubling her, then I will make her happy again. Nato, dear, I have betrothed you. [
Nato looks at her in wonderment.
] Yes, my love, be happy—what have you to say about it? Mr. Alexander Marmarow is now your betrothed.
NATO. Is it really true, mamma dear?
CHACHO [
at the same time
]. Is it true?
SALOME. It is true, be assured.
NATO [