“Doctor Malatesta!” said the astounded don.
“Don Pasquale!” said the doctor in the same tone.
“This is quite another woman, doctor.”
“I am turned to stone, don.”
“By your leave, I’ll ask her.” And the doctor luckily turned away, for his red face was quivering.
As for the lady Norina, she marched with dignity up to and against the don, and thus terribly spoke. “You are too old, too stout, too slow, to take charge of a young wife through the streets; this young cavalier shall be my BEAU!”
“Oh, dear NO.”
“And pray who will prevent it?”
“I will.”