Paolo. Oh, rather. [Anna exits. Silence.] A useless tragedy! [Sits with his elbows upon his knees and his head in his hands.]
Mario [coming in]. There, that is done. And Anna?
Paolo. She's there. [Points off.]
Mario. Maddalena will be here immediately, she was still at the wash-house. Well? Come, come, shake yourself, throw off that fixed idea. One knows that at the first opportunity—You do well to leave immediately, the trip will distract you.
Paolo. We do not go.
Mario. What?
Paolo. Anna does not want to.
Mario. Why?
Paolo [shrugs his shoulders].
Mario. She said so?