“You turn me out, uncle?”
“Yes, I do, to make room for your aunt.”
“You marry?”
“Surely, surely, nephew; I myself, the Don Pasquale, in very flesh and bone.”
“You take my breath away!”
“Yes, I myself, the Don Pasquale, sane and sound, I marry.”
“’Tis a comedy!”
“Is it? Till to-morrow; wait till to-morrow.”
“Sir, I will.”
“Yes, but not here, in Don Pasquale’s house.”