“To-morrow, a new bride will be brought to this house.”
“How dare you, sir, indeed.”
Don Pasquale paid great attention to the dialogue.
“And pray whose bride?”
“Ernesto’s, Norina. That contemptible, coquettish, arrant widow!”
Don Pasquale felt some satisfaction, and cried out, “Bravo, doctor.”
“That odious woman, here in spite of me. Norina and I under the same roof. Never, I’ll leave the house first.”
“DO.”
“But stop, stop, brother. Perhaps this is a trick. I must be sure of it.”
The doctor went up to the don and said, “Then Don Pasquale, you must let them marry, or she’ll never go.”