“But I bid you.”
“Oh yes—oh yes, brother—I obey.”
The don rose in honor of this act, but no sooner did he see the dove-like face, than he fell upon his seat again with a crash.
“Pray, Don Pasquale, what’s the matter?”
“Can’t tell, doctor. But it seemed to go right through me—speak for me, doctor. Tell her how I love her.”
“Courage, old friend. She does not seem indisposed towards thee. Now tell me, sister—this gentleman—do you like him?”
After casting a glance at the don who was admiring his own legs, she said. “—I—I—I think I do.”
“She consents, don; she is yours!”
“Oh bliss; oh joy; oh delight, oh!”
Here came another of those mysterious laughs.