The youth here grew very disconsolate, for indeed he was thinking if his uncle cut him off with that proverbial shilling, he would have to resign the promised hand of somebody whom he had no objection to marry whatever.
Meanwhile the don was watching him attentively, and half hoping that the youth would consent.
Said Ernesto, after the dismal pause, “Uncle, just two words.”
“Three—young man.”
“Don’t be rash—consult Doctor Malatesta.”
“Sir—I have consulted him.”
“And what is his advice?”
“He is as willing for the match as I. Oh, you may look astonished—as willing for the match as I. In fact, nephew—between ourselves—SHE IS HIS SISTER!”
“The doctor’s?”
“Well, he said so.”